 I grew up overshadowed by trees fields. Couldn't catch the eye of no city girl. Here I am devoted to Becky. How I love the way you look in your blue jeans. Can't believe I let a small cloud my eye. Where the trees still stand and the rivers rain surround. I'd rather ride my big black tundra truck with you by my side. There's a whisper in the Nashville breeze reminding me of the the country The whisper builds, the whisper cries The country in the morning skies You appear on the horizon Brushing that long hair from your eyes The city folks with their fancy gadgets Cement fields like gray tones Don't have nothing on our way of life just listen to the birds don't live your life like a fool today might feel the time to be like a fool but that ain't no way to leave the life you know there's a lot I drive by in my big black Tundra truck, folk, who is messing up. Always stay kind, Becky, always stay kind. In Nashville, when I was a child, I met a kind man. How can you be so kind, asked I, and here was his wife's reply. so kind as die, here was his wife's reply. There's a whisper in the Nashville breeze, reminding me of the country. That whisper builds the whisper cries, the whisper by the morning skies. You appear on the mud horizon, brushing that long hair from your eyes The city folks with the fancy gadgets Cement fields like great tombs Don't have nothin' on our way of life Just listen to the birds Don't live your life like an a-fool Today might feel the time to be like an a-fool But that ain't no way to leave Life, met an old lady who lived like in a fool what happened to her ass guy here was his wise reprise don't live your life like a fool today might feel the time to be like in a fool but that ain't no way to leave alive That lady's gone now, sad really Word is she had long hair once Little Becky, keep your jeans blue Always stay kind, Becky, always stay kind Birds, birds, birds Birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds

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