Country sun don’t set on a big city skyline; it’s another world altogether
City streets ain’t no place to go huntin'; can’t see the stars, can’t read the
weather
Where I come from, it’s wide open spaces, hills and hollers, spirits running
free
It’s in your blood, just like the sun’s up in the sky; where I come from,
it’s hard to leave
Brick and concrete just make alleys and gutters; Lord knows that’s rocky ground
for plowin'
City folks live stacked up on each other, and wake up to the sound of sirens
Where I come from, it’s wide open spaces, hills and hollers, spirits running
free
It’s in your blood, just like the sun’s up in the sky; where I come from,
it’s hard to leave
It’s hard to leave.