The Girl Without Country
by David Kraai
She had a smile like a horseshoe on The Fourth of July
Hair the hue of corn and braided like hay
Her dimples were so they'd make a Granny Smith blush
Her life was without something and she didn't know what
But wherever she went she didn't feel at home
Her family couldn't tell just what was wrong
She'd sit up in her room making up plans
Thinking of ways to make it all come around
The girl without country
The girl without country
The girl without country
The girl without country
One summer day the cotton was blooming while the sun bore down
The sweet tea was brewing while she dreamed aloud
But somewhere far off an AM radio played
That honky-tonk beat from yesterday
Well, in her mind she could hear the notes
Of Gospel's sweet salvation
The girl without country
The girl without country
The girl without country
The girl without country
Now, she left that farmhouse about two years ago
Bought a ticket, hopped on a bus to Nashville
Still sometimes at night her kin Aunt Hannah and Dan
Turn on The Opry and hear her playing a country sound
A pedal steel hummin' with a warm shuffle beat
Folks young and old a-tip a-tappin' their feet
Her voice like a nightingale all full of glee
She says to the crowd, "I am so glad that I found country.
That I found some country."
The girl without country
The girl without country
The girl without a little good old fashioned country
The girl without country