Country Air

Some say that country people,
them that breathe the country air,
have a pickup, and a dog, and had a
disappointin’ love affair.
They sing about their troubles
to a fiddle or guitar;
as to schoolin’ their hick accent
shows they ain’t got very far.
I know that’s just a picture
that don’t fit reality,
‘cause country folk, they can be smart
the same as you and me.
‘Cause I live in the country, too;
there ain’t no city there;
I know those folks, and drive those lanes,
and breathe that country air.

Refrain:
Country air (country air),
that good ol’ country air.
You might be smellin’ hogs or cows
but you ain’t breathin’ fumes.
Country air (country air),
that good ol’ country air.
You thought those folks were hicks, but now
you’ll sing a different tune —
and breathe that country (breathe that country)
breathe that country air (country air).

No, I don’t have a pickup,
it’s a Buick that I drive.
And my wife don’t disappoint me,
she’s the sweetest gal alive.
As to music, I like Mozart;
it’s a clarinet I play.
About dogs I ain’t that crazy,
I’ll take house cats any day.
(Country air.)
I don’t do chores in overalls.
I wear a three-piece suit.
Been all the way through grad school,
with a Ph.D. to boot.
If you look around my buildings
ain’t no combine anywhere.
But I live out in the country,
and I breathe that country air.

Refrain:
Country air (country air),
that good ol’ country air.
You might be smellin’ hogs or cows
but you ain’t breathin’ fumes.
Country air (country air),
that good ol’ country air.
You thought those folks were hicks, but now
you’ll sing a different tune —
and breathe that country (breathe that country)
breathe that country air (country air).

©2025 Richard Leonard