Country Comfort
[00:08.89]Available on the album tumbleweed connection
[00:12.51]Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
[00:16.07]Village children fight each other for a share
[00:22.87]And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek
[00:29.73]Deacon lee prepares his sermon for next week
[00:38.50]I saw grandma yesterday down at the store
[00:40.87]Well she's really going fine for eighty four
[00:50.71]Well she asked me if sometime Id fix her barn
[00:57.84]Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm
[01:04.89]And its good old country comfort in my bones
[01:11.88]Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known
[01:18.67]Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown
[01:27.67]Country comforts in a truck thats going home
[01:34.59]Down at the well theyve got a new machine
[01:47.32]The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen
[01:53.91]Yeah but that ain't natural well
[01:58.43]So old clay would say
[02:00.61]You see hes a horse-drawn man until his dying day
[02:07.73]Now the old fat goose is flying cross the sticks
[02:14.84]The hedgehogs done in clay between the bricks
[02:21.71]And the rocking chairs creaking on the porch
[02:31.17]Across the valley moves
[02:33.23]The herdsman with his torch
[00:12.51]Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
[00:16.07]Village children fight each other for a share
[00:22.87]And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek
[00:29.73]Deacon lee prepares his sermon for next week
[00:38.50]I saw grandma yesterday down at the store
[00:40.87]Well she's really going fine for eighty four
[00:50.71]Well she asked me if sometime Id fix her barn
[00:57.84]Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm
[01:04.89]And its good old country comfort in my bones
[01:11.88]Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known
[01:18.67]Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown
[01:27.67]Country comforts in a truck thats going home
[01:34.59]Down at the well theyve got a new machine
[01:47.32]The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen
[01:53.91]Yeah but that ain't natural well
[01:58.43]So old clay would say
[02:00.61]You see hes a horse-drawn man until his dying day
[02:07.73]Now the old fat goose is flying cross the sticks
[02:14.84]The hedgehogs done in clay between the bricks
[02:21.71]And the rocking chairs creaking on the porch
[02:31.17]Across the valley moves
[02:33.23]The herdsman with his torch
Available on the album tumbleweed connection
Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
Village children fight each other for a share
And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek
Deacon lee prepares his sermon for next week
I saw grandma yesterday down at the store
Well she's really going fine for eighty four
Well she asked me if sometime Id fix her barn
Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm
And its good old country comfort in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known
Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown
Country comforts in a truck thats going home
Down at the well theyve got a new machine
The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen
Yeah but that ain't natural well
So old clay would say
You see hes a horse-drawn man until his dying day
Now the old fat goose is flying cross the sticks
The hedgehogs done in clay between the bricks
And the rocking chairs creaking on the porch
Across the valley moves
The herdsman with his torch
Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
Village children fight each other for a share
And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek
Deacon lee prepares his sermon for next week
I saw grandma yesterday down at the store
Well she's really going fine for eighty four
Well she asked me if sometime Id fix her barn
Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm
And its good old country comfort in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known
Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown
Country comforts in a truck thats going home
Down at the well theyve got a new machine
The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen
Yeah but that ain't natural well
So old clay would say
You see hes a horse-drawn man until his dying day
Now the old fat goose is flying cross the sticks
The hedgehogs done in clay between the bricks
And the rocking chairs creaking on the porch
Across the valley moves
The herdsman with his torch
