Текст песни Tom T. Hall - Country Cabin Itis
Tom T. Hall - Country Cabin Itis слова песни
I have been to New York City I have traveled there in styleIt`s a big conventient city but there ain`t no country milesI have put my hand inside the hands of men who could not seeWhat the singing of a bluebird means to meI got that country cabin itis in my soulIt will comfort me in trouble be my friend when I am oldI have got to bring my country brothers back into the foldI got that country cabin itis in my soulOld wood burn stove fried chicken warm linoleum on the floorSunday preaching Monday cursing and the girl that lives next doorI have done some heavy thinking I have suffered with the loadJust like running barefoot down the gravel roadI got that country cabin itis in my soul...I have known myself when others never knew me much at allSometimes it was the gettin` up that hurt more than the fallI am not concerned with money I am not concerned with toysIt may tell you Jesus was a country boyI got that country cabin itis in my soul...Got that country cabin itis in my soul...