A PLACE IN THE COUNTRY © 2008 Ken Bennett (Chorus) A Place In The Country Down a long black-top road That turns to gravel, then to a dust See the muddy river, the wild rose The same rain that makes it muddy Makes the wild flowers grow In A Place In The Country That I know (Verse 1) You live it up in dance clubs And leave there feeling dead Then you try to hang with jazzmen Over everybody’s head Or fall back on the blues Yea, we’ve all done that once or twice But A Place In The Country Would be nice (Verse 2) You can’t work in the city Where you have to wear a mask You used to fake it Now they catch on way too fast You’d rather call in from your cabin And sell them your advice A Place In The Country Would be alright (Repeat Chorus) (3) You can’t find a place that’s perfect In everybody’s eyes If it’s one extreme or the other You can’t go with either side You’ll be happy in the middle With little compromise A Place In This Country Would be nice (Repeat Chorus)
