Out in the Country Greg Brown

Out in the country, gravel road a-ramble all around
Out in the country, gravel road a-ramble all around
And the dust blow up 'til the cool rain tumble down

I'm a redwing blackbird sit singin' on the fence
I'm a redwing blackbird sing sittin' on the fence
Say it's OK all day, but nobody seems convinced

I'm a little old pasture creek; they got no name for me
I'm a little pasture creek, got no name for me
When I grow up, I'm gonna be the Mississippi

I'm a farmer's long shiny car runnin' out of gas
I'm a farmer's long shiny car runnin' out of gas
And the bikes and the tracks and the mopeds whizzin' past

I'm a chick-chickie-chicken peckin' in the corn
I'm a chickie-chickie-chicken peckin' in the corn
My mama says I was round when I was born
(But I don't believe that.)

I'm a little old raccoon; I got candles in my eyes
I'm a little raccoon, I got candles in my eyes
Stay away from the road or else I might draw flies
(Just lyin' there.)