Stone County Willi Carlisle

Well I was born in a suburban city
Used to play baseball in concrete lots
As a teenage boy I was none too pretty
A hug at the door was as far as I got

But I moved to country at twenty-two
Tell me what else could a poor boy do?
I found what I's dreamin' of
Oh, how mountain girls can love!

She said buddy lemme take you back to Stone County
Where the whipporwill sings in the hills and valleys
The air it's clean and the folks are keen
On strawberry wine and pure gasoline

There's a population of ninety-five
And I get lost inside her eyes
It's a dirt road uphill, all left turns
Get lost all night, I'll never learn!

She's round as a biscuit busy as a bee
Prettiest thing you ever did see
She's sharp as a thumbtack, deep as a cup
Takes pints of Budweiser to fill 'er up

She said buddy lemme take you back to Stone County
Where the whipporwill sings in the hills and valleys
The air it's clean and the folks are keen
On strawberry wine and pure gasoline