That's What I'm Talkin' About

Sleepin' with the windows open
See the moon right from your bed
Dig yourself up a garden
And put a roof on a rundown shed
You can smell the rain storms comin'
It's comin' down the dusty road
And you can hear those banjos strummin'
Feel the grass between you toes

I'll bet your sitting in a traffic jam
Maybe you would like a change of plans

You're gonna figure it out
The country, that's what I'm talkin' about

Sit around an old gas station
That's been closed down for years
The place where your father took you
Where he used to buy his beer
Old trucks and cotton britches
All the fresh air you can stand
Lines on the windblown faces
And the hands of a workin' man

Plant your feet back on some solid ground
Find a piece of land and settle down

I hope you're with me by now
The country, that's what I'm talkin' about
The country, that's what I'm talkin' about

I hope you're with me by now
You're gonna figure it out
The country, that's what I'm talkn' about
The country, that's what I'm talkn' about