Song Description

Life in the big city, but missing the country

Lyrics

Country has come to town
Can't hear no crickets just siren sounds
Now my shack's on a culdesac
I'd rather be by the railroad track
Ah ooh,Take me down that road
carrying an old cane pole There's some things that can't be bottled and sold
But lest you forget
We aint out of the woods yet

Fancy parties, nights on the town
Black tuxedos and evening gowns
The taste of champagne and big cigars
I'd rather sip from a Mason jar

Ah ooh,Take me down that road
carrying a muzzle load
There's some things that can't be bottled and sold
But lest you forget
We aint out of the woods yet

Black Limo, 400 horses
Party in the back
I'd rather be ridin' a buckskin bareback (thats' a fact)

Ah ooh,Take me down that road
No worries or heavy load
There's some things that can't be bottled and sold
Ah ooh,Take me down that road
No worries or heavy load

There's some things that can't be bottled and sold

But lest you forget
We aint out of the woods yet