When the rooster crows in the morning
I make my coffee strong and hot
And pile a skillet high with potatoes ham and eggs
I used to work on the 33rd floor
Hopin’ that somebody’d come and pull the alarm
But life is good
Since I moved back to the farm
Life is good
Since I moved back to the farm
The sun climbs high in the big blue sky
And sets the back hills all aglow
And this black dirt now, lord is prettier to me than gold
The days can be long and the work is hard
But this country livin’s got a different sort of charm
So when you ask me
Do I ever think about movin’ back to town?
Well I remember the man livin’ in the tin can
And he was always lookin’ down
So I was glad to trade that workin’ wage
For five good acres and a pretty red barn
When north the winds blow I cut the stalks down low
And let the fields lay to rest
And we pass around the guitar late into the night
And when it gets cold I just stoke the stove
Keeps my little cabin house plenty warm
Somehow it just seems right feelin’ tired at night
And my head always singin’ some pretty new song

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