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A Country Coming Down - Paul Cauthen
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A Country Coming Down Paul Cauthen

A Country Coming Down - Paul Cauthen
One day I know
Have me a place I call home
Have a couple lazy hounds
Plate full of supper that I've grown
Watch the sky turn upside down

At my cabin in the country
You won't hear no highway sounds
Just the crackle of a campfire
And the country coming down

Plant a little apple orchard
Cut a trail through the woods, go for a walk
Throw a line in the river
Maybe later we'll be cooking what we caught
Pull a lemon from the tree

At my cabin in the country
Far away from city lights
Way out there damn near off the map
That's where I'll spend my nights
Where my life is slow and easy
You won't hear no highway sounds
Just the crackle of a campfire
And the country coming down
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