G925 eclectic freak Stars I can see, the moon’s got no ring, Deer silhouetted in a closeby field Tree frogs that chirp fireflies all dance Countryside ro-mance am-bee-anse 2 The Gentlest of a southern breeze Warmly whispers through white pine trees The air filled with the fragrances of Honeysuckle and mimosa buds 🪕🎻 Friday night in the country, campfires with friends All just laughing and talkin like the night’ll never end Weekends on the lake, we’ll watch the sun come up Y’all doin the same where you live, it’s the life we love. Weekends in the country. 3 Sunset yellow pink ‘n’ red, While the cattle drink at the riverbed. Crickets sing low while coyotes cry, sweet sweet song under southern skies. 4 Old rocking chair on a weathered porch, Stories light the night like an ol’ tin torch. Pawpaw strums a soulful tune, Neath the rosin’ glow of the harvest moon. 5 Fields of corn stretch far and wide, Shadows grow lwith the day’s goodbyes, Echoes of time drift on the wind, Here comes Friday once again, 🪕🎻 Friday night in the country, campfires with friends All just laughing and talkin like the night’ll never end Weekends on the lake, we’ll watch the sun come up Y’all doin the same where you live, it’s the life we love. Weekends in the country. “G’nite, y’all” 👋🤠