[Intro] fireflies and old John Deere. fireflies and old John Deere. grew up on a gravel road, in a cabin near the holler, where the fireflies gleam [Verse 1] There’s a rusted barn on a gravel lane, A dog asleep in the midday rain. The screen door slaps, the coffee brews, Grandma hums an old hymn tune. It ain’t fancy, it’s just right, That’s my kind of country life. [Chorus] My kind of country, where the roots run deep, Fields of golden hay and skies that weep. It’s the sound of a train in the dead of night, The taste of freedom, the stars so bright. It ain’t the world, but it’s all I need, My kind of country, where my soul’s set free. [Verse 2] The tractor hums through the break of dawn, Hands worn rough, but the work goes on. A porch swing sways to the cricket’s song, Neighbors wave, though the road is long. It’s a place where hearts align, This simple life, this land is mine. [Bridge] It’s the laughter at the county fair, A little two-step, the dust in the air. It’s Sunday morning, church bell chimes, And every memory etched in time. [Chorus] My kind of country, where the roots run deep, Fields of golden hay and skies that weep. It’s the sound of a train in the dead of night, The taste of freedom, the stars so bright. It ain’t the world, but it’s all I need, My kind of country, where my soul’s set free. [Outro] When the city calls, I just won’t go, This dirt and sky’s the life I know. It’s not for all, but it’s home to me, My kind of country, where I’ll always be.
