Hillbilly Rock

Verse 1: Stuck in my cubicle, feeling so small, Dreaming of fields where the morning birds call. Nine to five grind, it's taking its toll, Wanna be a farmer, let my spirit roll. Chorus: I wanna rise with the chickens at dawn's first light, Play with the sheep till the stars come out at night. On meadows so lush, covered in morning mist, Trade this desk for a life where dreams exist. Verse 2: City's so noisy, I can't hear my soul, Longing for the countryside, to make me whole. Papers pile up, and my heart feels caged, Out in the fields, that's where life's staged. Chorus: I wanna rise with the chickens at dawn's first light, Play with the sheep till the stars come out at night. On meadows so lush, covered in morning mist, Trade this desk for a life where dreams exist. Bridge: The smell of fresh hay, the touch of the breeze, Living in harmony with the tall oak trees. The sound of the river, a gentle, sweet song, That’s the place where I know I belong. Chorus: I wanna rise with the chickens at dawn's first light, Play with the sheep till the stars come out at night. On meadows so lush, covered in morning mist, Trade this desk for a life where dreams exist. Outro: One day I'll break free, follow my heart's call, Leave behind the cubicle, the gray office wall. To a life filled with nature, pure and unmissed, Where the morning sun rises, and dreams coexist.