Down Country Roads
(Lyrics by Harold A. Pickett; music by Scott Ryan)
Not in your mammoth cities,
Nor in your fine abodes,
Will you find the kind of people
That you meet down country roads.
Folks are more contented there
And they seem to understand
There's a special blessing comes
From livin' closer to the land.
There's an undenyin' power
Of Mother Nature to enthrall,
And they feel the livin' presence
Of the Master of it all.
There's a special sort of comfort
Seems to filter through the air,
And a special sort of greeting
When you meet a neighbor there.
Oh, I know there's other places
Where a welcome hand extends,
But down the country roads is where
I've found my dearest friends!
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