It’s Heaven on Earth

Driving down an old dirt road

With hair blowing all around

As the country music blares off key

Park the ole Chevy in an empty field

Feet dangling off the rusty tailgate

Getting lost in the flames of the day


Waking up in the misty morning

With the windows cracked and the birds chirping

Throw on a shirt and some faded jeans

Grab a bite and start the chores

The animals are complaining

The feeding is over

It’s time to play

Lets jump on the bails

Or role in the hay


Back to work

As the sun starts beating

Pulling the plow

Or chopping the oats

Smells of the country air

Are as good as fresh bread


It’s time for a break

Sipping sweet tea, being parched no more

Going down to the creek

To cool down with some friends

As the night starts approaching