There ain’t nothing like country roads
Neighbors sittin’ on their porches waitin’ for a friend to top in and sit a while.
Have a cup of thick black coffee.
Don’t go puttin’ no Wilson’s cream or Domino sugar in it. Dulls the taste.
There ain’t nothing like country roads
Little white churches sittin’ under tall oaks with gnarled arms swingin’ in the breeze. Praisin’ God.
Steeples reachin’ high into Heaven. Longin’ for a peak of the Promised Land for anyone else gets a chance.
There ain’t nothing like country roads
They take you home to Mom and Dad and Family and all the holler gossip that’s been heapin’ up since the dirt road helped you escape then allowed you to make a legal U-Turn to take you back to your roots.
There ain’t nothing like country roads
Wild flowers and blossoms brighten the ride causin’ a calm and peaceful feeling to wash over the viewers and remember days from long ago when small fists clutched bouquets to decorate Momma’s window sill.
There ain’t nothing like country roads
Young lovers walk hand-in-hand
Noddin’ a friendly howdy to passers-by.
Cool breezes lift clean white sheets hangin’ on clothesline and keep ‘em flappin’ while an ole coon dog barks at a moon remembered from past nights.
