RURAL HURT
What it is to be a growing thing, getting tall against the wind
And bitter rain that shoots your way, though your stalk would never bend
Would the little bugs that gnaw at you ever wanna know their place?
If they clung to you forever would they ever get a taste?
I don't know
But I don't think so
Will it hit you on your way out?
Slap your ass like a paddleboat
What are you so afraid of?
Is there anything that I can do?
You can sleep on my floor
If you move to the city
What are you so afraid of?
If I can help I will help you
What it is to be a living thing, needing space to breathe and be
When there's only so much room for a person who is truly free
Swimming here and swimming there
Looking frantic for a bigger pond
I'm here to lend a helping hand, but I don't have a magic wand
Would the little bugs that gnaw at you ever wanna know their place?
If they clung to you forever would they ever get a taste?
I don't know
But I don't think so
Will it hit you on your way out?
Slap your ass like a paddleboat
What are you so afraid of?
Is there anything that I can do?
You can sleep on my floor
If you move to the city
What are you so afraid of?
If I can help I will help you
Will it hit you on your way out?
Slap your ass like a paddleboat
What are you so afraid of?
If I can help I will help you
And bitter rain that shoots your way, though your stalk would never bend
Would the little bugs that gnaw at you ever wanna know their place?
If they clung to you forever would they ever get a taste?
I don't know
But I don't think so
Will it hit you on your way out?
Slap your ass like a paddleboat
What are you so afraid of?
Is there anything that I can do?
You can sleep on my floor
If you move to the city
What are you so afraid of?
If I can help I will help you
What it is to be a living thing, needing space to breathe and be
When there's only so much room for a person who is truly free
Swimming here and swimming there
Looking frantic for a bigger pond
I'm here to lend a helping hand, but I don't have a magic wand
Would the little bugs that gnaw at you ever wanna know their place?
If they clung to you forever would they ever get a taste?
I don't know
But I don't think so
Will it hit you on your way out?
Slap your ass like a paddleboat
What are you so afraid of?
Is there anything that I can do?
You can sleep on my floor
If you move to the city
What are you so afraid of?
If I can help I will help you
Will it hit you on your way out?
Slap your ass like a paddleboat
What are you so afraid of?
If I can help I will help you
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Tabor
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