This is around the time I first started horseback riding and loving the farm life.
September 2008- Olga Taratuta
I wake up in the morning
A wide grin on my face
The cows are mooing in the field
And the sheep are in their place
Old Dingo wags his tail for joy
Mr. Whiskers catches his fourteenth mouse
There’s blisters on my feet
And cold water in my house
I’m happy here! It’s euphoria
I’m natural and free
I own a pair of rubber boots
The country life is the life for me
I take four buses to visit my closest friend
And it’s a two hour hike to visit that god darn well
But I love it, wheat fields and grassy plains
Cause concrete and rush hour is hell
I’d rather be woken up by a horse stampede
Or a rooster’s high-pitched screams
Than by the devil noise of city clutter and stress
It pierces through good dreams
I’m happy here! It’s euphoria
I’m natural and free
I own a pair of rubber boots
The country life is the life for me
All this time you’re running to the city
While I hide from this junkyard
When I grow up, I’ll buy a farm
It doesn’t sound too hard
I’ll be in peace, in touch with earth
As festive as can be
I’ll be myself, I’ll feed the sheep
Cause the country life is the life for me!
September 2008- Olga Taratuta
I wake up in the morning
A wide grin on my face
The cows are mooing in the field
And the sheep are in their place
Old Dingo wags his tail for joy
Mr. Whiskers catches his fourteenth mouse
There’s blisters on my feet
And cold water in my house
I’m happy here! It’s euphoria
I’m natural and free
I own a pair of rubber boots
The country life is the life for me
I take four buses to visit my closest friend
And it’s a two hour hike to visit that god darn well
But I love it, wheat fields and grassy plains
Cause concrete and rush hour is hell
I’d rather be woken up by a horse stampede
Or a rooster’s high-pitched screams
Than by the devil noise of city clutter and stress
It pierces through good dreams
I’m happy here! It’s euphoria
I’m natural and free
I own a pair of rubber boots
The country life is the life for me
All this time you’re running to the city
While I hide from this junkyard
When I grow up, I’ll buy a farm
It doesn’t sound too hard
I’ll be in peace, in touch with earth
As festive as can be
I’ll be myself, I’ll feed the sheep
Cause the country life is the life for me!
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