Country Electric

Birds fly south,

This country electric band

Gathers dust

If I must, I must

But it's a hell of a way to get lost in sunshine

All country electric

Those folk grow old

I know, I know

It's a hell of a way to let go

Of miles to go

Retiring the cold jokes and crooked smiles

If I want you, you're mine

Retiring the old joke and crooked spine

If I want you, you're mine

You know how this fits you've worn it to bits

Country Electric