Sam Hunt

Country House
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bible by the bed, double barrel by the door Chickens on the rooftop, hickory on the floor, oh-oh Down a little dirt road out here Somewhere where the sunshine shines Where you can let your hair down, and I can ride some squares 'round Our own little fresh patch of beans Where I can run my bird dogs, cut the grass with my shirt off and Swim in an old pair of jeans Baby, I wanna live in a country house, in a country house with you I want a stove full of wood and coal on a hill with a heavenly view Where the days are longer and our love gets stronger And the grass is a little bit blue Cuttin’ wood for the whittle of it, out in the middle of the country In a country house with you, you Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh Raise a little Cain, raise a bunch of kids Do it like my daddy did, like his daddy did, oh-oh Dryin' all our clothes in the fresh air Go down by the creek, just sit there SongtexteWhere you can let your hair down, and I can ride some squares 'round Our own little fresh patch of beans Where I can run my bird dogs, cut the grass with my shirt off and Swim in an old pair of jeans Baby, I wanna live in a country house, in a country house with you I want a stove full of wood and coal on a hill with a heavenly view Where the days are longer and our love gets stronger And the grass is a little bit blue Cuttin’ wood for the whittle of it, out in the middle of the country In a country house with you, you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) We'll put a welcome on the mat and a screen on the door Little blue light buzzin' hangin' on the front porch Wakin' up with you and prayin' every night That I'll be here tomorrow till the day I die Baby, I wanna live in a country house, in a country house with you (You) I want a stove full of wood and coal on a hill with a heavenly view Where the days are longer and our love gets stronger And the grass is a little bit blue Cuttin' wood for the whittle of it, out in the middle of the country In a country house with you, you Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh Aus Songtexte Mania