Текст (слова) песни: Tom T. Hall - Country Cabin Itis
I have been to New York City I have traveled there in style It`s a big conventient city but there ain`t no country miles I have put my hand inside the hands of men who could not see What the singing of a bluebird means to me I got that country cabin itis in my soul It will comfort me in trouble be my friend when I am old I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold I got that country cabin itis in my soul
Old wood burn stove fried chicken warm linoleum on the floor Sunday preaching Monday cursing and the girl that lives next door I have done some heavy thinking I have suffered with the load Just like running barefoot down the gravel road I got that country cabin itis in my soul...
I have known myself when others never knew me much at all Sometimes it was the gettin` up that hurt more than the fall I am not concerned with money I am not concerned with toys It may tell you Jesus was a country boy I got that country cabin itis in my soul... Got that country cabin itis in my soul...
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