country song

The Old Man

Sitting on his rocking chair
That’s where you’d find him, he was always there
Sit on the front porch, breathe the sweet summer air
Living life without a care

I used to stay and talk about life
He’d talk about his kids and beautiful wife
Outlived them all, now 93
And I thought about how sad that’d be

But he said, if he went back
If time somehow went off track
He would never change a thing
He was content, and then he’d sing

“God, when you see fit to call me home
Ne’er again this earth to roam
I pray that you’d remind this boy
That only you can give us joy.”

Twenty years and now I’m grown
Got some kids of my own
A loving, dear, and beautiful wife
And it’s just a wonderful life
I remember the old man now
He went back home anyhow
And now he’s gone to his family
I smile at how happy they’ll be

And I pray, “Lord, help me be like him
Give me his wisdom, his freedom from sin
And let me have that joy he had
So I can be a better Dad.”

Now my friend, time is short
And to you it won’t report
So, love and raise your family
And you’ll be happy, same as me.

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What I'm Gonna Miss

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You know darlin’ I have to go
But I’ll be back for you, you know
I had a call, and gave an answer
The wait is eating me like cancer
I hate to leave you, but I must go
So right now I’m gonna show
Just how much you mean to me
When I leave, It’s gonna be:

What I’m gonna miss
Is the love in your kiss
The sunshine in your hair
The feeling when you’re there
The moonlight in your eyes
The teasing little white lies
You know I hate to leave like this
But that’s what I’m gonna miss

It’s time to go, I’m leaving now
And I just don’t know how
I’m gonna live without you
Can’t stop thinking about you
But you know, when I return
This job, well, It can burn
I’ll hold you in my arms
Abandon all life’s charms

Cause what I’m gonna miss
Is the love in your kiss
The sunshine in your hair
The feeling when you’re there
The moonlight in your eyes
The teasing little white lies
You know I hate to leave like this
But that’s what I’m gonna miss

Baby here I am right now
And you just won’t believe how
Thinking about you has kept me alive
Sittin’ on the frontlines, about to dive
Enemies surrounding me on every line
And I’m just waiting, biding my time
Wishing I were home, just kissing you
But instead I’m fighting here missing you

What I really miss
Is the love in your kiss
The sunshine in your hair
The feeling when you’re there
The moonlight in your eyes
The teasing little white lies
You know I hate to be here like this
But that’s what I miss

My last day, can’t wait to find
The girl of my dreams, always on my mind
Fought a war, and saved her from it
Hardest part was to overcome it
Driving down the driveway
You come running my way
Finally hold you, kiss you now
Looking back I don’t know how

All the things that I missed
The love in your kiss
The sunshine in your hair
The feeling when you’re there
The moonlight in your eyes
The teasing little white lies
You know I love to see you like this
Now there’s nothing more that I'm gonna miss

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One of my attempts at a country song.... comment, rate, and enjoy

Country Star

I knew an old man who didn’t care too much for the glare of the city lights
He said a good-hearted woman and a good guitar is all that you need in life
He sang me songs about the land and the eagle up in the sky
He said son I’m proud, I’m American, and I’ll be one till I die

See all he wanted to be was just a country star
Playing tunes and singing songs in all the cowboy bars.

He wore a big five-gallon hat and a pair of overalls
He could touch you with his smile, without saying anything at all
He told me about Opryland, a place he always wanted to be
He said that there’s a heaven on earth and it’s up there in Tennessee.

See all he wanted to be was just a country star
Playing tunes and singing songs in all the cowboy bars.

But his life was fast, his work was hard, his dreams had past him by
Like a full moon at midnight above a cloudy sky.
So he retired outside a town, up in the Georgia hills
Drinking moonshine whisky and singing to his still.

And down in the smoky old bar rooms where you hear the guitars play
I heard that old man, tell his son, you’ll be in Opryland someday
See all the son wants to be is just a country star
Playing tunes and singing songs in all the cowboy bars.

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