The Country Life
I used to be an acrobat
Bent back and forth to please and all of that
And I don't do that anymore
I will show you what these legs are for
I'm living the country life
Just me and the moon in a love so dirty
Weep winding oh willow tree
Come over here and wrap your legs around me
'Cause I'm not the barer of bad news
I just felt the salt in all of these wounds
And like the wind winding through the tree
Oh a subtle aching moan, small death taken from me
Hold it now, you're not the only one I love
Sing it loud, message sent from above
Hear it now, oh, oh, oh, because
Oh I ran faster than the dark
Oh I ran harder from the start
Oh and here you are
Oh and here you are
I used to be an acrobat
Bent back and forth to please and all of that
And I don't do that anymore
I will show you what these legs are for
And I'm living the country life
Just me and the moon in a love so dirty
Weep winding oh willow tree
Come over here and wrap your legs around me
'Cause I'm not the barer of bad news
I just felt the salt in all of these wounds
And like the wind winding through the tree
Oh a subtle aching moan, small death taken from me
Small death taken from me
Bent back and forth to please and all of that
And I don't do that anymore
I will show you what these legs are for
I'm living the country life
Just me and the moon in a love so dirty
Weep winding oh willow tree
Come over here and wrap your legs around me
'Cause I'm not the barer of bad news
I just felt the salt in all of these wounds
And like the wind winding through the tree
Oh a subtle aching moan, small death taken from me
Hold it now, you're not the only one I love
Sing it loud, message sent from above
Hear it now, oh, oh, oh, because
Oh I ran faster than the dark
Oh I ran harder from the start
Oh and here you are
Oh and here you are
I used to be an acrobat
Bent back and forth to please and all of that
And I don't do that anymore
I will show you what these legs are for
And I'm living the country life
Just me and the moon in a love so dirty
Weep winding oh willow tree
Come over here and wrap your legs around me
'Cause I'm not the barer of bad news
I just felt the salt in all of these wounds
And like the wind winding through the tree
Oh a subtle aching moan, small death taken from me
Small death taken from me
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Writer(s): Emily Jane White
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