Story Behind the Song
"So if you like that scraggly voice softened by a pretty acoustic guitar, this is definitely for you" (Connelly, MuzikMan.com).
Lyrics
Head out to the country, drive down to the shore, maybe I'll see ya tomorrow, really don't know for sure. Maybe I'll see ya this time next year, really kind of hard to tell, where ever I see ya though my friend, ya know I'm gonna treat ya well.
Think I'm gonna set out drivin', never come back again, maybe I'll find me a sweet lil' mama gonna settle on down and then...maybe I'll see ya this time next year, really kind of hard to tell, wherever I see ya though my friend, ya know I'm gonna treat ya well.
Green out in the country, green up in the hills, all this green around me, how come I can't pay my bills? Went to the bank this mornin', seems I'm broke as hell, wherever I see ya though my friend, ya know I'm gonna treat ya well.
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