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letra de take the country and run - hardy

[verse 1]
i had a dream that i was sitting
across the table from a man
he said, “son, you got two choices”
holding something in each hand
one had all the money you could ever spend on earth
the other just a few seeds and a little pile of dirt
i started reaching for that dollar
just like anyone else, then i stopped
and i thought to myself

[chorus]
i’ve seen the lights of l.a. from a penthouse suite
i’ve drank the finest champagne at thirty thousand feet
i’ve worn a house on my wrist, got all these names in my phone
but everything on that list ain’t got nothing on
pickin’ on some hank around a fire, sippin’ on a beer in a blind
or watchin’ god paint the sky when the day is done
h-ll with all that gold, it don’t shine
like the morning sun through them pines
you keep that money, buddy, i’ll take the country and run

[verse 2]
so i woke up and walked out
felt that early morning chill
steam rolling off my coffee
fog rolling off the hills
even if i had the chance now
i wouldn’t change it if it could
i got a truck and a dog and a buck on the wall
and y’all, i’ve got it pretty d-mn good
[chorus]
and i’ve seen the lights of l.a. from a penthouse suite
i’ve drank the finest champagne at thirty thousand feet
i’ve worn a house on my wrist, got all these names in my phone
but everything on that list ain’t got nothing on
pickin’ on some hank around a fire, sippin’ on a beer in a blind
or watchin’ god paint the sky when the day is done
h-ll with all that gold, it don’t shine
like the morning sun through them pines
you keep that money, buddy, i’ll take the country and run

[bridge]
as fast as i cana and never look back
quit all that chasing, ain’t no changing me, it’s who i am
it’s who i am

[chorus]
i’ve seen the lights of l.a. from a penthouse suite
i’ve drank the finest champagne at thirty thousand feet
i’ve worn a house on my wrist, got all these names in my phone
but everything on that list ain’t got a d-mn thing on
pickin’ on some hank around a fire, sippin’ on a beer in a blind
or watchin’ god paint the sky when the day is done
h-ll with all that gold, it don’t shine
like the morning sun through them pines
you keep that money, buddy, i’ll take the country and run

- hardy

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