My Country Home

Testo:

© ALawrence1
(Instrumental)

Momma, she's cookin' in the kitchen,
Her love, it makes this house a home.
And daddy, he's workin' in the corn fields,
And wearin' his fingers to the bone.

On Sunday, we gather round the table, and give our thanks to the Lord above.
A simple life, out here in the country.
Good livin', hard work, and their love.

(Instrumental)

And though I may travel far, I will never forget, the warmth and love of my country home.
The things that they taught me, the love that they shared, I know I will never be alone.