COUNTRY GIRL
I'm not a shopper, don't ask me to go
I hate searching thru all those clothes
Can't bear to stand in those long isles
While friends of mine shop for a while
I just don't like to shop at all
Yet some of my friends have a ball
I guess you could call me,
"a no shopping freak"
When I'm pressed to go,
you should hear me screech
But when some one says
let's go for a drive
My spirit perks up,
I come alive
Let's drive through the
Beautiful country side
Ah, the fences are white
and the meadows wide
A horse, a cow I
see here and there
Sharing all this is like
an answered prayer
You can call me a
true country girl
The country's the best
place in the world
written by: Betty Hill
 
 
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