The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
The Oak Ridge Boys
Compared to my father I'm a college boy
Who never learned to saw a straight line
Compared to my mother I'm a sinner
Who never saw the light
But I read my bible every day
I worked my hands in wood
I ain't always done my best but I've done the best I could
Compared to you I am Appalachian south
When I hear those sweet words like peaches in your mouth
I know that your roots run underneath this clay
To the place that makes a dreamer never wanna run away
Where love is rare
Love that's true
I ain't never met a woman in my life
That compared to you
Compared to my brother I'm a seeker
Who just wanted way too much
Compared to my sister I'm a loner
Who is livin' out of touch
And I've got nowhere else to be
Would you like to take a walk
Or just sit here and let me hear you talk?
Compared to you I am Appalachian south
When I hear those sweet words like peaches in your mouth
You talk with a drawl and I talk with a twang
But underneath it all we both mean the same thing
Love is rare
Love that's true
I ain't never met a woman in my life
That compared to you
Well now that you know all of that
Do you think that we could maybe close this gap?
Compared to you I am Appalachian south
When I hear those sweet words like peaches in your mouth
I know that your roots run underneath this clay
To the place that makes a dreamer never wanna run away
Where love is rare
Love that's true
I ain't never met a woman in my life
That compared to you