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Clay Walker

Countrified

 

Countrified

(album: A Few Questions - 2003)


This working all day ain't getting me nowhere
Breaking my back won?t get it done
Wish I had a dime, wish I had a dollar
For every dream that I gave up on, that I gave up on

This hammer I?m swinging is starting to feel heavy
I clench my fist when I punch the clock
A little for the bank leaves nothing for my baby
Stretching my paycheck around the block

I need to go face first into that fresh air
Free up there where the eagle flies
Need to drop a line in that cool clear water
Leave the city behind and get countrified

A fool's gold watch and a lung
Full of black smoke is all I get for all I gave
My only reward for this broken down body
Was digging my way to an early grave

Always dreamed I?d end up on a river
Fast asleep on a mountain high
But I?m way down here in this concrete valley
In a sea of barbers and red taillights, red taillights

I need to go face first into that fresh air
Free up there where the eagle flies
Need to drop a line in that cool clear water
Leave the city behind and get countrified

I need to go face first into that fresh air
Free up there where the eagle flies
Need to drop a line in that cool clear water
Leave the city behind and get countrified

Fit to be tied

This working all day ain't getting me nowhere
Breaking my back won?t get it done
Wish I had a dime, wish I had a dollar
For every dream that I gave up on, that I gave up on

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