Текст песни Country Things - Granger Smith

Whippoorwill singin′ on a summer night
Make a rope swing with a tractor tire
River stays high, but the county's dry
Country things
Fried catfish at a corner store
Thankin′ the Lord for a thunderstorm
Truck in the barn don't crank no more
Country things
New York to California
Nothin' hits home like where you′re born
And it′s a dirt road, slow jam
Yes sir, no ma'am
Homemade passed down recipe for supper
Small church, white veils
Front page, whitetails
If you′re like me, you'll always be a sucker
For country things
Yeah, for country things
I got a girl with a pair of boots
She′ll take a one lane over two
When I pick her up, all she wants to do is
Country things
Yeah, she likes a firefly kiss or two
If it ain't the crickets we′re listening to
It's a dirt road, slow jam
Yes sir, no ma'am
Homemade passed down recipe for supper
Small church, white veils
Front page, whitetails
If you′re like me, you′ll always be a sucker
For country things
Yeah, country things
When my down here time is through
And I get to where I'm headed to
All I hope is they got a few
I hope they got a few
Country things
I hope they got a few
Country things
I hope so
Yeah, like a dirt road, slow jam
Yes sir, no ma′am
Homemade passed down recipe for supper
Small church, white veils
Front page, whitetails
If you're like me, you′ll always be a sucker
For country things
Yeah, country things
Fried catfish at a corner store
Thankin' the Lord for a thunderstorm
Truck in the barn don′t crank no more
Country things