COUNTRY (cowriter: Tasha Amme)

So it completely seems
It feels too real to be together
And the smell of dust and 
Dreams linger in the air at the country fair

And all the bands play on
Our eyes are rolling around the spectacle
Of horses and hogs and cows and  
All the bales of hay 
In the country
In the country and I'm with you
In the country
In the country and I'm with you

A harvest from the seeds
A season's labor shared with neighbors so
Park your pickup in the weeds and
Hurry to the gate; don't be late

'Cause the lines are getting long
The children stare in awe at the carnival
And Mrs. Garcia's peach cobbler
Is winning the day, the blue ribbon
In the country
In the country and I'm with you
In the country
In the country and I'm with you

I reach out for your face and find the nape of your neck
Where my hand is so at home in times of joy
You tilt your head slightly and we kiss lightly in the sun
In front of everyone

And we're lucky to have seen
That we have all if we're together
Taking a ride on the Big Dipper
In the middle of June in the afternoon
In the country
In the country and I'm with you
In the country
In the country and I'm with you