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lyrics
“Countryside"
There's neon lights in New York City,
bumper stickers that read "I voted for Willie."
Ain't it evident? It's a small world we're living in.
Sky scrapers may kiss the sky,
but everywhere's got a countryside.
Spent a small fortune playing Waylon
on old juke boxes across the nation.
Over tears and beers when loneliness appears.
Heart breaks worth the Wurlitzer Prize.
Everywhere's got a countryside.
We're all stars in a different show,
singing along with the radio.
All the same different shades of grey,
just trying to enjoy the ride.
Everywhere's got a countryside.
I used to think I knew it all,
wasted time searching for gold.
Got caught up in the race, found out home ain't a place.
It's a feeling I get when I hear Patsy Cline.
Everywhere's got a country side.
Cowboys aren't the only ones
who like mountain mornings and setting suns,
wide open space, a commercial break.
From the news and their headlines,
everywhere's got a countryside.
We're all stars in a different show,
singing along with the radio.
All the same different shades of grey,
just trying to enjoy the ride.
Everywhere's got a countryside.
Yeah.
We're all stars in a different show,
singing along with the radio.
All the same different shades of grey,
just trying to enjoy the ride.
Everywhere's got a countryside.
Everywhere's got a countryside.
credits
from Charlie Marie - EP,
released May 3, 2019
The Band:
Charlie Marie - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Brendan Malone - Bass
Ryan Keith - Keys
Andy Gibson - Pedal Steel
John Mctigue - Drums
Brian McKinnon - Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
Production:
Ben Klise - Engineered & Mixed
Andrew Darby - Mastered
Owen Filion - Photography
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