I love little baby ducks, old pickup trucks. Slow moving trains and rain. I love little country streams, sleep without dreams. Sunday school in May and hay.
I love little baby ducks, old pickup trucks. Slow-movin' trains and rain. I love little country streams, sleep without dreams. Sunday school in May and hay.
Way out on the mountain near the sky hiding from the cold realities of life. Shaking that old road dust off my heels I give my heart and mind the chance to heal.
When the TV won't work and your toys fall apart. And you have a sad feeling deep in your heart. You want to go out but it's rainin' out there I want you to know I care.