Country Therapy

Seems like the whole worlds lost its mind
And nobody's seeming to find it
All wound up tight with no way to unwind that eight ball, we're all behind it
There's self-help books and snake-oil crooks
To keep you from flipping your lid
But I've learned best way to keep my head on straight
Is the same way my daddy did
Who needs a couch in some shrink's office
When you've got a stool in a bar
Who needs a pill from a plastic bottle
When there's still some shine in a jar
As long as there's Strait on the radio
Some good lookin' girls on the dance floor
Man that's good, good enough for me
Old school country therapy
Bait on a hook and a line in the water's
Always food for the soul
A little front porch pickin' on an old flat top
Can bend and send the blues down the road
A red dirt drive and four mud tires
Rollin' where the pavement don't
It'll clear your head taking in a deep breath
Out where the wild things grow
Who needs a couch in some shrink's office
When you've got a stool in a bar
Who needs a pill from a plastic bottle
When there's still some shine in a jar
As long as there's Strait on the radio
Some good looking girls on the dance floor
Man that's good, good enough for me
Old school country therapy