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Country Balladeer

Words by Robbie Smith and Anne Smith
Music by Robbie Smith

Every night you’ll see me alone
On a stage in a crowded cafe
Trying hard to swallow my pride
As my hands begin to play
And I try not to choke in the gathering smoke
As I sing of the fresh country air
Then all the faces disappear
And I feel the wind in my hair

I was raised in fields of sunshine
How I loved to follow the plough
And my father was a farmer
Times were hard but we managed somehow
And my mother loved her kitchen
She kept it warm and welcome to friends
It felt good to live in the country
And I wish I could go back again

I call myself a real country man
In my buckskin shirt and my jeans
But how can I speak of hardship and toil
When my hands are soft and clean?
For I miss the good earth and the place of my birth
And the warmth of the sun on my face
Then all the years just disappear
And a barefoot boy takes my place

I was raised in fields of sunshine
How I loved to follow the plough
And my father was a farmer
Times were hard but we managed somehow
And my mother loved her kitchen
She kept it warm and welcome to friends
It felt good to live in the country
And I wish I could go back again