(Tom T. Hall) Country is sittin' on the back porch Listen to the whippoorwills late in the day Country is mindin' your business Helpin' a stranger if he comes your way. Country is livin' in the city Knowin' your people knowin' your kind Country is what you'll make it Country is all in your mind. Country is workin' for a living Thinking your own thoughts lovin' your town Country is teachin' your children Find out what's right stand your ground. Country is a havin' the good times Listen to the music singin' your part Country is walking in the moonlight Country is all in your heart...

In some of my songs I have casually mentioned The fact that I like to drink beer This little song is more to the point Roll out the barrel and lend me your ears I like beer It makes me a jolly good fellow I like beer It helps me unwind And sometimes it makes me feel mellow (Makes him feel mellow) Whiskey's too rough Champagne costs too much Vodka puts my mouth in gear This little refrain Should help me explain As a matter of fact I like beer (he likes beer) My wife often frowns When we're out on the town And I'm wearing a suit and a tie She's sipping Vermouth And she thinks I'm uncouth When I yell as the waiter goes by I like beer It makes me a jolly good fellow I like beer It helps me unwind And sometimes it makes me feel mellow (Makes him feel mellow) Whiskey's too rough Champagne costs too much Vodka puts my mouth in gear Well, this little refrain Should help me explain As a matter of fact I like beer (he likes beer) Last night I dreamed that I passed from the scene And I went to a place so sublime Oh, the water was clear And tasted like beer Then they turned it all into wine (oh) I like beer It makes me a jolly good fellow I like beer It helps me unwind Sometimes it makes me feel mellow (Makes him feel mellow) Whiskey's too rough Champagne costs too much And vodka puts my mouth in gear Aw, this little refrain Should help me explain As a matter of fact I love beer (Yes, he likes beer)

The man who preached the funeral Said it really was a simple way to die He laid down to rest one afternoon And never opened up his eyes They hired me and Fred and Joe To dig the grave and carry up some chairs It took us seven hours And I guess, we must have drunk a case of beer I guess, I ought to go and watch them put him down But I don't own a suit And anyway when they start talkin' about The fire in hell, well, I get spooked So, I'll just sit here in my truck And act like I don't know him when they pass Anyway, when they're all through I've got to go to work and mow the grass Well, here they come and who's that Ridin' in that big ol' shiny limousine Mmh! look at all that chrome, I do believe That that's the sharpest thing I've seen That must belong to his great uncle Someone said, "He owned a big ol' farm" When they get parked, I'll mosey down And look it over, that won't do no harm Well, that must be the widow in the car And would you take a look at that? That sure is a pretty dress You know, some women do look good in black Well, he's not even in the ground And they say that his truck is up for sale They say, she took it pretty hard But you can't tell too much behind the veil Well, listen ain't that pretty When the bugler plays the, 'Military taps' I think that when you's in the war They always hide 'n' play a song like that Well, here I am and there they go And I guess, you'd just call it my bad luck I hope he rests in peace, the trouble is The fellow owes me forty bucks

Had my golf clubs on my shoulder when you saw me first today Wearin' my old army sweater that you thought you threw away And when you saw me standin' there you shook your head and sighed When you saw I'd bought a sixpack I thought you were gonna cry Your man loves you honey and I don't know what else to say Your man loves you honey but you can't change my ways Now before you say you're angry you remember what I did Went to church with you last Sunday took your mama and the kids Sat right up and heard the preachin' even wore my Christmas tie I'm not much on organ music 5-strings banjo's more my style Your man loves you honey... Oh you should have had a knight in armor and a castle fair Not some restless cowboy faded jeans and shaggy hair I can't make it babe without you and you know that it's true Keep me around for laughs so I've been good for one or two Your man loves you honey...

She walks through the corn leadin' down to the river Her hair shone like gold in the hot mornin' sun She took all the love that a poor boy could give her And left me to die like a fox on the run Like a fox, like a fox, like a fox on the run Now everybody knows the reason for my fall A woman tempted me down in paradise hall This woman tempted me and she took me for a ride Like a lonely fox, boys, I need a place to hide She walks through the corn leadin' down to the river Her hair shone like gold in the hot mornin' sun She took all the love that a poor boy could give her And left me to die like a fox on the run Like a fox, like a fox, like a fox on the run Oh, we'll drink a glass of wine, boys, to purify our soul We'll talk about the world and the friends we used to know I see a string of girls who have put me on before The game is nearly over and the hounds are at the door She walks through the corn leadin' down to the river Her hair shone like gold in the hot mornin' sun Oh, she took all the love that a poor boy could give her And left me to die like a fox on the run Like a fox, like a fox, like a fox on the run