Darling I've been thinking this one through
  We've been fighting like cat and dog now here's what we've go to do
  This life in the city is killing the love that we one knew
  We could be happy in the country
    We would spend so many lovely days
  We'd have chickens and cows and corn and whatever it is farmers raise
  At breakfast each morning we'd fry up our own hand-picked eggs
  We could be happy in the country
    So let's pack our bags up together
  And we'll be in the clear forever
    We'll just sit right back and watch while our crops grow
  While we listen to gals like Kitty Wells on country radio
  Weekends we's two-step at some cowboy bar just down the road
  We could be happy in the country
    I know that the local folks will make us feel right at home
  We'll have homemade whiskey and ramble down country roads
    And I would learn to ride on the rodeo
  I'd have shiny boots and a cowboy hat so that nobody'd ever know
  That we'd once been city folks that owned sporty cars and fancy homes
  If we could just be in the country