High Country
Out on a mountain two-lane runnin' from a heartbreak
Headin' where the phone don't work
Little time in the woods might do me some good
Maybe help me get my mind off her
It's the closest damn thing to a cure
It's hard to be low in high country
(It's hard to be low in high country)
It's hard to feel blue with grass so green
(Even though she ain't coming back)
When I'm tucked up in a pine tree
Them hard times, they can't find me
It's hard to be low in high country
It's hard to be low in high country
It's hard to be low in high country
I might take it to the river, maybe catch a little dinner
Later on, I'm gonna cook it on the fire
Drinking clear corn liquor
Tryna find the Little Dipper
Then trace it with my finger in the sky
She's the furthest thing from my mind
It's hard to be low in high country
(It's hard to be low in high country)
It's hard to feel blue with grass so green
(Even though she ain't coming back)
When I'm tucked up in a pine tree
Them hard times, they can't find me
It's hard to be low in high country, yeah, yeah
High country
It's hard to be low in high country
(It's hard to be low in high country)
It's hard to feel blue with grass so green
(Even though she ain't coming back)
Where there's nothing to remind me
Of goodbyes where you'll find me
It's hard to be low in high country
It's hard to be low in high country
It's hard to be low in high country
It's hard to be low in high country
It's hard to be low in high country
Let's get high
Headin' where the phone don't work
Little time in the woods might do me some good
Maybe help me get my mind off her
It's the closest damn thing to a cure
It's hard to be low in high country
(It's hard to be low in high country)
It's hard to feel blue with grass so green
(Even though she ain't coming back)
When I'm tucked up in a pine tree
Them hard times, they can't find me
It's hard to be low in high country
It's hard to be low in high country
It's hard to be low in high country
I might take it to the river, maybe catch a little dinner
Later on, I'm gonna cook it on the fire
Drinking clear corn liquor
Tryna find the Little Dipper
Then trace it with my finger in the sky
She's the furthest thing from my mind
It's hard to be low in high country
(It's hard to be low in high country)
It's hard to feel blue with grass so green
(Even though she ain't coming back)
When I'm tucked up in a pine tree
Them hard times, they can't find me
It's hard to be low in high country, yeah, yeah
High country
It's hard to be low in high country
(It's hard to be low in high country)
It's hard to feel blue with grass so green
(Even though she ain't coming back)
Where there's nothing to remind me
Of goodbyes where you'll find me
It's hard to be low in high country
It's hard to be low in high country
It's hard to be low in high country
It's hard to be low in high country
It's hard to be low in high country
Let's get high
Credits
Writer(s): Canaan Lee Smith, Corey Crowder, Jeffrey Blake Redferrin
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