I have been to New York City I have traveled there in style
It's a big convenient city but there ain't no country miles
I have put my hand inside the hands of men who could not see
What the singing of a bluebird means to me
I got that country cabin it is in my soul
It will comfort me in trouble be my friend when I am old
I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold
I got that country cabin it is in my soul
Old wood burn stove fried chicken warm linoleum on the floor
Sunday preaching Monday cursing and the girl that lives next door
I have done some heavy thinking I have suffered with the load
Just like running barefoot down the gravel road
I got that country cabin it is in my soul...
I have known myself when others never knew me much at all
Sometimes it was the gettin' up that hurt more than the fall
I am not concerned with money I am not concerned with toys
It may tell you Jesus was a country boy
I got that country cabin it is in my soul...
Got that country cabin it is in my soul...

Writer : HALL
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