Clay County

Lyrics
Well, New York City, I've seen your heights And I've put down in Cleveland my share of nights Spent time in Chicago, hog killer of the world I've seen things in Los Angeles that'd make your hair curl And it's time, time, time for the wide-open fields Yes, it's time, time, time to find something real Yes, it's time, time to kick the concrete out of my songs Clay County, hey, hey, that's where I belong Some place ahead of me sits a woman with dirt on her face By a pond in a forest, there's nothing to chase In my rearview, the smokestacks get smaller and smaller And I roll down my window, stick my head out and holler That it's time, time, time for the wide-open fields Yes, it's time, time, time to find something real Yes, it's time, time to kick the concrete out of my songs Clay County, hey, hey, that's where I belong And I raise my hands to the world Nothing will ever be bad again What a lucky, what a lucky girl Who will one day have this man There's enough broken men who want your coins in their hat I felt enough nights that I was one paycheck from that Spent enough nights in hotels and cafés and bars Spent enough nights looking up and not seeing no stars And it's time, time, time for the wide-open fields Yes, it's time, time, time to find something real Yes, it's time, time to kick the concrete out of my songs Clay County, hey, hey, that's where I belong Clay County, hey, hey, that's where I belong Clay County, hey, hey, that's where I belong
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Credits
- Writers
- Dan Bern