Oh, there's nothing as gay as a day in the country
Under the wonderful skies
For a city-bred feller, a field full of yeller
It's quite a delightful surprise
For a couple of travelin' guys
Oh, you don't have to pay for a day in the country
It's old mother nature who buys
And while we keep going the breezes are blowing
The cigarette smoke from our eyes
You'll hear beautiful melodies
Played by an old water mill
And a little red barn is spinning yarn
To the daffodils up on the hill
Oh, there's nothing as gay as a day in the country
Far from the maddening throng
A hobo hobnobbing with bluebird and robin
We warble a merry old song
And go rolly-oh, rolly-oh
Rolly-oh, rolly-oh
Rolly-oh, rolling along
(Oh, there's nothing as gay as a day in the country)
(Under the wonderful skies)
(For a city-bred feller, a field full of yeller)
(It's quite a delightful surprise)
(For a couple of travelin' guys)
(Oh, you don't have to pay for a day in the country)
(It's old mother nature who buys)
(And while we keep going the breezes keep blowing)
(The cigarette smoke from our eyes)
How I envy the fellas who live by a shady old nook
And the cute little guy who's casting a fly
At a trout leaping out of a brook
Oh, there's nothing as gay as a day in the country
Far from the maddening throng
Just grab a valise-full and go where it's peaceful
And try vocalizing a song
While you're rolly-oh, rolly-oh
Rolly-oh, rolly-oh
Rolly-oh, rolly-oh
Rolly-oh, rolling along