People like beaches, money, and stardom,
But is that really the greatest out there?
To me, you see, country is real freedom,
It runs in my blood, through my heart... and hair.
I am obsessed with horses and cowboys,
Nothing could possibly be much greater.
They are even better than worthy toys,
What makes country the path that is straighter.
If it wasn't for the well known Old West,
Would we still be the very same today?
If you like it or not, think its a pest,
Country is a part of you, what can I say?
Country lives through each of us every day,
Country is the best, country is the way!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sami, Uh, Dude...ever try to put a saddle on a surfboard? : -) Just kidding! Actually I live in rural Oregon amongst giant Cedar trees and love it. Peace, Ray