Riding in the Country

Going riding in the country in a Model A Ford
Past the cows and the chickens, through the fields of corn
Out across the flat lands and the rolling hills
Feel the summer sun shining, hear the motor purr

And I'm just sitting on the front seat with two friends of mine
Going to the country sure makes me feel fine

Working in the country, cleaning up yards
With a Model A truck you know it can't be hard
Folks smile and pass us, walking down the road
Going to the county dump with another load

And I'm just sitting on the front seat with two friends of mine
Going to the country, sure makes me feel fine

Down gentle roads with no white line
Like a pathway to another time
Old houses passing, front yards of flowers
I could ride in the country for hours and hours

And I'm just sitting on the front seat with two friends of mine
I'm going to the country sure makes me feel fine

Hayfields are cut, harvest has begun
Riding through the orchards in the morning sun
Good times in the country, can't you smell the air
Apples and apricots and plums to spare

I'm just sitting on the front seat with two friends of mine
I'm going to the country, sure makes me feel fine