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Verse 1: I was born in a small town, where the fields are wide and green, With the stars above so bright, and the air so fresh and clean. Mama’s cooking in the kitchen, Daddy’s working hard all day, Life is simple, life is good, in that old familiar way. Chorus: Take me back to the country, where my heart and soul are free, Where the rivers flow like honey, and the skies are all I see. With a guitar in my hand, and the open road ahead, Take me back to the country, where my dreams are never dead. Verse 2: We’d gather round the fire, as the evening sun goes down, Singing songs of love and laughter, in this little country town. Grandpa’s stories of the old days, how he rode the dusty trails, Filled my heart with wanderlust, and a love that never fails. Chorus: Take me back to the country, where my heart and soul are free, Where the rivers flow like honey, and the skies are all I see. With a guitar in my hand, and the open road ahead, Take me back to the country, where my dreams are never dead. Bridge: There’s a magic in the mountains, a whisper in the breeze, A peace that fills my spirit, like the rustling of the trees. In the city lights I’m lost, but in the country I’m found, With the earth beneath my feet, and my roots deep in