Fly Through the Country

I wake up tired, my eyes are red
my head feels like an unmade bed
dirty clothes are scattered all around the floor
by tomorrow night there'll be some more

The hot rod driver pushin' 90 down the road
my head feels like it's gonna explode
no loose women, there'll all inside
I guess I'll pack my bags and leave tonight

Refrain:
I'm gonna fly through the country hangin' on the trees
pickin' berries in the underbrush crawlin' on my knees
lie on the front porch read a good book
listen to the sound of the girgilin' brook

Pots and pans are lying in the sink
I guess I'll go to town and have a drink
ain't nothin' new for miles around
this dead end life is bringin' me down

Sirens screamin' hoarse beeping all around
I sure get tired of the lonesome song
my guitar strings broke
I'm leaving this town and it ain't no joke

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