"Fair Ta Mid`lin"
© DANOLYRICS 2002
This concrete jungle aint for me,
It`s beating me down can`t ya see,
But what`s a country boy to do,
When his job is on fifth avenue,
Lord I`m homesick don`t ya know,
Watching the clock til I can go,
Back to the farm and pap`s fid`lin,
Where I can just be fair ta mid`lin.
Fair ta mid`lin`s,
What we say,
Fair ta mid`lin`s,
A country okay,
Fair ta mid`lin`s,
What I like,
Fair ta mid`lin,
Suits me fine,
Rockin chair squeaks,
To pappy`s fid`lin,
Ain`t nothin better than,
Fair ta mid`lin.
The weekend`s gone way too soon,
All week long I`m hummin pap`s tune,
By Friday I`ll be so spent,
Gettin away is Heaven sent,
Lord I`m homesick don`t ya know,
Watching the clock til I can go,
Back to the farm and pap`s fid`lin,
Where I can just be fair ta mid`lin.
Fair ta mid`lin`s,
What we say,
Fair ta mid`lin`s,
A country okay,
Fair ta mid`lin`s,
What I like,
Fair ta mid`lin,
Suits me fine,
Rockin chair squeaks,
To pappy`s fid`lin,
Ain`t nothin better than,
Fair ta mid`lin.
Life is simpler on the farm,
Guess that`s part of it`s charm,
A way and a talk all it`s own,
Like when folks ask "How`s it gowin"...
Fair ta mid`lin`s,
What we say,
Fair ta mid`lin`s,
A country okay,
Fair ta mid`lin`s,
What I like,
Fair ta mid`lin,
Suits me fine,
Rockin chair squeaks,
To pappy`s fid`lin,
Ain`t nothin better than,
Fair ta mid`lin.
Rockin chair squeaks,
To pappy`s fid`lin,
Ain`t nothin better than,
Fair ta mid`lin.
