Country Green - Don Gibson
Country green do you know what I mean
She's true and pure like country green
I feel her hand upon my shoulder
Waking me from a drawn out sleep
I'm the only man to ever hold her
What we share ain't nothin' cheap
Sunday morning we spend at God's house
Sunday evening we spend at mine
Quiet nights down by the sawmill
We sit and talk her hand in mine
Country green do you know what I mean
She's true and pure like country green
Country green just a poor boy's dream
She makes me feel like country green
Summer rain falls down the chimney
Umm makes a puddle on the floor
It's so good to have her with me
I don't know what I did before
Country green do you know what I mean
She's true and pure like country green
Country green just a poor boy's dream
She makes me feel like country green
Country green do you know what I mean
She's true and pure like country green