Country Cabin-Itis

[Verse 1:]
I have been to New York City, I have traveled there in style
It's a big convenient city but there ain't no country miles
I have put my hand inside the hands of men who could not see
What the singing of a bluebird means to me

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I got that country cabin-itis in my soul
It will comfort me in trouble be, my friend when I am old
I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold
I got that country cabin-itis in my soul

[Verse 2:]
Old wood burn stove fried chicken warm linoleum on the floor
Sunday preaching Monday cursing and the girl that lives next door
I have done some heavy thinking I have suffered with the load
Just like running barefoot down the gravel road

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[Verse 3:]
I have known myself when others never knew me much at all
Sometimes it was the gettin' up that hurt more than the fall
I am not concerned with money, I am not concerned with toys
It may tell you Jesus was a country boy

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