Song Description

Imagistic commentary on the concept of growing up in the country vs. "country" being a music commodity

Lyrics

Country is a Place
© 2005 Williamson-Hymes
Country is a place
Not a face in a cowboy hat
Not a space in a record store
Country?s so much more

Country is a place
of hard times and sweet memories
green fields and a summer breeze
that always leaves a trace
Country is a place

She was born in a salt box house
with a pasture for a yard
She was raised to work so hard
that it felt like breathing

And when her momma pushed her
out that door and
said go find another start
well she knew it was her heart
that she was leaving

Now every time she hears that
guitar play a gentle tune
Underneath that midnight moon
she knows

Country is a place
Not a face in a cowboy hat
Not a space in a record store
Country?s so much more

Country is a place
of hard times and sweet memories
green fields and a summer breeze
that always leaves a trace
Country is a place

He was born in a broke down house
in the hardest part of town
and when no one was around
he broke down harder

He never knew the sweet perfume
of the honeysuckle vine
til he left the concrete behind
like a ghost at twilight

So when he saw the sunshine in her eyes
he felt at home
and he knew he?d never roam

Country is a place

So when you drive that brand new truck
on the fast road out of town
You might believe that you can drown
that empty feeling

But take it from a man who?s lived
on both ends of the road
From the pockets of your path
there is no stealing

So every time you hear that guitar
play a gentle tune
Underneath that neon moon
remember

Country is a place
Not a face in a cowboy hat
Not a space in a record store
Country?s so much more

Country is a place
of hard times and sweet memories
green fields and a summer breeze
that always leaves a trace
Country is a place