Country Music Kinda Day: Revolutionary Blogging Country Song

The morning sun bursts through the low grey clouds.
The mockingbirds are singing long and loud.
There’s beauty all around. What more can I say?
It’s a country music kinda day.

When the wind blows through the scaly barked trees
It seems to whisper “welcome home boy” to me.
There is no reason I have to go away.
It’s a country music kinda day.

Chorus:
There’s a certain way country music lifts you up.
Makes you feel grateful; fills up your cup.
Out in nature who needs screaming vocals anyway?
Feel the verse of this country music kinda day.

I put on some Randy Travis Amen.
I listen to LeeAnn and dance again.
I once got citified, but I don’t care what folks say.
It’s a country music kinda day.

My sweetheart walks in from her morning workout.
Does she know that I love her? I wanna leave no doubt.
Wrapped up in each other we make the world go away.
It’s a country music kinda day.

Chorus:
There’s a certain way country music lifts you up.
Makes you feel grateful; fills up your cup.
Out in nature who needs screaming vocals anyway?
Feel the verse of this country music kinda day.

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