Hand in hand with this is my enjoyment of country music. I know those who don't like country seem to have a disgust for the genre and don't see how it can have any merit but I was just listening to Tim Mcgraw's song Where the Green Grass Grows and the words seemed to fit with my mood and inspired this post. So I will write them out here and hopefully they will express what I'm feeling right now better than I can.
Where the Green Grass Grows
Six lanes, tail lights
Red ants marchin' into the night
They disappear to the left and right again
Another supper
From a sack
A 99 cent heart attak
I got a poundin' head and an achin' back
And the camel's standin' in a big straw stack
I'm gonna live where the green grass grows
Watch my corn pop up in rows
Every night be tucked in close to you
Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed
Point our rockin' chairs towards the west
And plant our dreams where the peaceful river cools
Where the green grass grows
Well I'm from
A map dot
A stop sign on a blacktop
I caught the first bus that I could hop from there
But all o' this glitter is gettin' dark
There's concrete growin' in the city park
I don't know who my neighbors are
And there's bars on the corner and bars on my heart
I'm gonna live where the green grass grows
Watch my corn pop up in rows
Every night be tucked in close to you
Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed
Point our rockin' chairs towards the west
And plant our dreams where the peaceful river cools
Where the green grass grows
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