"Country Senses" lyrics

I hear the crickets, I see the birds
I feel the wind on my skin
And I taste the sweet tea, I smell that fresh-cut Timothy
So what does that mean? Well, that means

I sense the country running through me
From Carolina to Tuscaloosa
Watching the dogs run, hearing the night train
Drinking a cold beer on Fridays
Loving the slow life, driving too fast
On a no name unpaved road I grew up at
That's where I learned to hop them barbwire fences
My country senses
My country senses

I hear an old hymn, I see God work in many ways
I feel less of Him in a church and more of Him fishing out on the lake
And I taste the peaches, smell that cobbler on the stove
And I'm glad I was chose, I was chose

To sense the country running through me
From Carolina to Tuscaloosa
Watching the dogs run, hearing the night train
Drinking a cold beer on Fridays
Loving the slow life, driving too fast
On a no name unpaved road I grew up at
That's where I learned to hop them barbwire fences

And my country senses needed more before
I feel less of it when I'm gone
I need a silhouette sky off the back of my horse
I need to see my momma drinking coffee on the porch
Need to touch and hear, smell and see
All the things that made me me
So I can feel it, oh, so I can feel

And sense the country running through me
From Carolina to Tuscaloosa
Watching the dogs run, hearing the night train
Drinking a cold beer on Fridays
Loving the slow life, driving too fast
On a no name unpaved road I grew up at
That's where I learned to hop them barbwire fences
My country senses
My country senses
My country senses
My country senses