Living out in the booneys
Living out in the sticks
Its hard to go anywhere
It just doesn't mix
But the one ride you get
With the wind in your hair
Listening to music
And letting it blair
Is the best you can get
Watching nature go by
As you enter the town
And you wounder why
What went through there minds
As they paved down this place
Did they do it in sorrow
Or with a straight face
But this town is so small
And it's covered i trees
That nature is everywhere
As yo all can see
Living out in the booneys
Living out in the sticks
I love my cozy home
And my family of six
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