Country Boy
Spector
4:04Climb to the top of the Gracie Pole Served my time in the capital Trying to say something relatable Like, "How are things in general?" I've got nothing to protect Except the image I project Strangers stop and pay respects Ask me if I've been Alright In the pale morning light The simplicity calls to me Say it when they tell you they understand That's your cue to get out while you still can Cashing out and cancelling all your plans Now who could blame you? Dying to own your own property But National Trust bought the cemetery Even burning in hell's not a guarantee No gravity under the apple tree Twenty degrees in February You and meteorology I owe a couple of apologies Don't ask me if I've been Alright In the pale morning light The simplicity calls to me Say it when they tell you they understand That's your cue to get out while you still can Cashing out and cancelling all your plans You could bury everything in the sand Oh, you could probably have whatever you like But you could never handle the simple life Oh, you would never settle for just the size So who could blame you? Do I look like I'm alright In the pale morning light? The simplicity calls to me Tell 'em I'll call 'em right back