JUST A LOCAL YOKEL
I drive an old beat up pick up truck with radio blasting
Driving the deserted back roads when I am not working
Rearing the cattle planting the corn in my overalls
Humming country songs rolling along the foothills
Having good time on countryside meadows
Living the blessed moment in good lords shadows
Just a country boy saving dimes and nickel
I am no High society fellow just a local yokel
I go to Sunday sermon to listen to the reverend
Read the Bible trying to comprehend life's end
Meet country girls for a beer and cutting up jokes
Just a down to earth country boy just a plain folk
Having a good time living the simple things
Finding everyday joy in heart of nature's smiling
Just a country boy saving dimes and nickel
I am no High society fellow just a local yokel
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