It's that morning sun coming up peaking through the sycamore trees Coffee strong, bacon on, taking off down to the creek Dropping tailgate, fresh bait, all day and I ain't catching a thin But a feel good feeling that only all that can bring Give me that country high, that big old blue sky No there ain't nothing like kicking back in the sunshine You and me somewhere int he middle of nowhere Buzzing on every honey suckle breath of fresh air we can find Give me that, give me that country high Let's put our getting on, shoes on What you say we get on out of town? I need a wide open gravel slinging dusty old road to go down Out where the corn grows, don't you know, our road like a lazy old hound Give me that country high, that big old blue sky No there ain't nothing like kicking back in the sunshine You and me somewhere int he middle of nowhere Buzzing on every honey suckle breath of fresh air we can find Give me that, give me that country high Let's go rolling down a river, no one else around You and me together, all strung out Give me that country high, that big old blue sky No there ain't nothing like kicking back in the sunshine You and me somewhere int he middle of nowhere Buzzing on every honey suckle breath of fresh air we can find Give me that, give me that country high