Take The Country And Run

Take The Country And Run - HARDY

Lyrics by：Michael Hardy/David Garcia/Ashley Gorley

Composed by：Michael Hardy/David Garcia/Ashley Gorley

Produced by：Joey Moi/Jacob Durrett

I had a dream that I was sitting

Across the table from a man

He said "Son you got two choices"

Holding something in each hand

One had all the money you could ever spend on Earth

The other just a few seeds and a little pile of dirt

I started reaching for that dollar

Just like anyone else then I stopped

And I thought to myself

I've seen the lights of L.A. from a penthouse suite

I've drank the finest champagne at 30,000 feet

I've worn a house on my wrist

Got all these names in my phone

But everything on that list

Ain't got nothing on

Picking on some Hank around a fire

Sipping on a beer in a blind

Or watching God paint the sky when the day is done

Hell with all that gold it don't shine

Like the morning sun through them pines

You keep that money buddy

I'll take the country and run

So I woke up and walked out

Felt that early morning chill

Steam rolling off my coffee

Fog rolling off the hills

Even if I had the chance now

I wouldn't change it if it could

I got a truck and a dog and a buck on the wall

And y'all I've got it pretty damn good

And I've seen the lights of L.A. from a penthouse suite

I've drank the finest champagne at 30,000 feet

I've worn a house on my wrist

Got all these names in my phone

But everything on that list

Ain't got nothing on

Picking on some Hank around a fire

Sipping on a beer in a blind

Or watching God paint the sky when the day is done

Hell with all that gold it don't shine

Like the morning sun through them pines

You keep that money buddy

I'll take the country and run

As fast as I can

And never look back

Quit all that chasing

Ain't no changing me it's who I am

It's who I am

I've seen the lights of L.A. from a penthouse suite

I've drank the finest champagne at 30,000 feet

I've worn a house on my wrist

Got all these names in my phone

But everything on that list

Ain't got a damn thing on

Picking on some Hank around a fire

Sipping on a beer in a blind

Or watching God paint the sky when the day is done

Hell with all that gold it don't shine

Like the morning sun through them pines

You keep that money buddy

I'll take the country and run