"Back In The Country" lyrics

Had a dream last night, I was sitting on a bank
With a bucket full of brim, buncha nothing on my brain
Little fire, telling lies with some back-home buddies
Just twelve-pack knocking some back in the country

Woke up, poured coffee, and I hopped in the truck
John Denver on the speakers when I fired it up
West Virginia ain't home, but man, ain't it funny
How a three-chord song puts you back in the country

Back in the country, back in these old boots
Back in a forty, back in a church pew
With the sun on the back of my neck
Back of my neck turning red
Man, I'm 'bout ready to get back in the woods
Dog in the back of a truck
Truck in the back of a field
Field in the back of the house
Back in the country for good

It's a two-finger wave through a cracked windshield
Ain't no dotted line is a handshake deal
Everybody knows your name and you know everybody's
Always got your back in the country

Back in the country, back in these old boots
Back in a forty, back in a church pew
With the sun on the back of my neck
Back of my neck turning red
Man, I'm 'bout ready to get back in the woods
Dog in the back of a truck
Truck in the back of a field
Field in the back of the house
Back in the country for good
Back in the country for good

Yeah, I'm running outta reasons
For me not being
Not being

Back in the country, back in these old boots
Back in a forty, back in a church pew
With the sun on the back of my neck
Back of my neck turning red
Man, I'm 'bout ready to get back in the woods
Dog in the back of a truck
Truck in the back of a field
Field in the back of the house
Back in the country for good
Back in the country for good

Had a dream last night, I was sitting on a bank
With a bucket full of brim, buncha nothing on my brain