Going to the country*

Going to the country*

Hit the bricks fast and as we pack it up

No time to eat breakfast, drop that coffee cup

That music is blasting in my head

Let's get that jalopy and lay some tread

Boy feeling good with sun shining down

Could anyone around have an ugly frown

Almost there I can tell by the smells of douglas fir and pine tree

I got music in my blood and I am going to the country*

Dom* Colucci 2009*