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Where The Livin' Is


For some it's L.A.
Stuck in a fast lane
Sipping on a latte' on a sunset trip
Some like bright lights
Big apple skyline
Empire state of mind where the hustle don't quit
Everybody's got their thing
Yeah, but if you ask me

I'll take a county line
A little welcome sign
To small town-ville
Where God goes to chill
Gimme that one lane road
Where time moves slow
I can front porch swing
When the whippoorwill sings
Yeah, it's a cannonball off a railroad bridge
Honeysuckle on a barbwire fence
On the dot and off the grid
That's where the living is

Girl, I can can see it now
Eight foot wrap-around
A little white farmhouse
On a field of green
Our names on a mailbox
Watching that sun drop
Waking up in the boondocks
With you next to me
Out there on our own
When it comes to home sweet home

I'll take a county line
A little welcome sign
To small town-ville
Where God goes to chill
Gimme them one lane roads
Where time moves slow
I can front porch swing
Where the whippoorwill sings
It's a cannonball off a railroad bridge
Honeysuckle on a barbwire fence
On the dot and off the grid
That's where the living is

I need a little out there
Big ol' piece of mind

I'll take a county line
A little welcome sign
To small town-ville
Where God goes to chill
Gimme them one lane roads
Where time moves slow
I can front porch swing
Where the whippoorwill sings
It's a cannonball off a railroad bridge
Honeysuckle on a barbwire fence
On the dot and off the grid
That's where the living is

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