This Is The Country

Intro

Mm-hmm, yeah

(come on)

Verse

Sun up over corn rows, coffee on the dash

Old blue truck hummin', maps with the edges frayed

Mailbox with a crooked flag, kids on a dirt-road dash

Morning smell of cut hay and a radio serenade

Mama hangs the laundry, flapping like small flags of grace

Dog chasin' tumbleweed, slow smile on my face

Two-lane highway, where every mile's got a name

We don't need a skyline — we got this frame

Pre-chorus

And when the week wears thin, when the world gets loud

I find the kind of quiet where my feet hit the ground (uh-huh)

I breathe in deep, let the sun do the talking

I lean back, let the porch swing keep on rocking

Chorus

This is the country, where the corn grows to the sky (this is the country)

This is the country, where we laugh and we don't gotta try (come on, yeah)

This is the country — sing it loud, sing it true (sing it, sing it)

Where the roads bring you home and the morning brings you through (bring you through)

This is the country, this is the country, hey (this is the country)

This is the country, this is the country, yeah (this is the country)

Verse

Friday night the diner glows, jukebox plays a faded tune

Couples in the corner slow-dance under a crooked moon

Bonfire down by Miller's creek, guitar and a bottle of rye

We trade our stories like coins, let 'em shine against the sky

You pull me close, whisper cheap whiskey and a plan

Sayin' we'll stay here together, maybe buy a little land

Truck tailgate dreams line up with the fireflies' parade

Two hearts keep time to a rhythm this town made

Bridge

And if the world keeps changin', we'll keep doin' what we know

Plant our names in summer, let the winters come and go (uh-huh)

I'll build you a porch for weddin' songs and older afternoons

We'll fold our days like paper boats, send 'em down the moon

Chorus

This is the country, where the corn grows to the sky (this is the country)

This is the country, where we laugh and we don't gotta try (come on, yeah)

This is the country — sing it loud, sing it true (sing it, sing it)

Where the roads bring you home and the morning brings you through (bring you through)

This is the country, this is the country, hey (this is the country)

This is the country, this is the country, yeah (this is the country)