(M.R. Hirsh)      You can have your buildings    And your arithmatic   I don't need no crowded streets    Or city slicker tricks   I just need to be some place    Where I can move around   Look down at my toes    And I can still see the ground.      Give me that country side of life   Where I can stretch out right   Give me the country side   (Give me the country side)   Give me that country side of life   Where I don't get uptight   Give me the country side.      Goin' down to the fishing pond    Where I can throw in the line   It dont' matter what fish I catch    I only came to rest my mind   The only fish you'll get down town    Ain't caught with a hook and sinker   Put on your brakes, beep beep,    Honk your horn look out now    Turn on your blinker.      Give me that country side of life   Where I can stretch out right   Give me the country side   (Give me the country side)   Give me that country side of life   Where I don't get uptight   Give me the country side.      --- Instrumental ---      Give me that country side of life   Where I don't get uptight   Give me the country side...      I was born in Georgia town    With a lack-a-daisy street   A laid back lover just a-playin' games    And a-stayin' off of them feet   Nobody trying to get on your nerves,    Nobody tryin' to get what you've got   And just live and let live by the golden rule    Now don't it just hit the spot      Give me that country side of life   Where I can stretch out right   Give me the country side   (Give me the country side)   Give me that country side of life   Where I don't get uptight   Give me the country side      --- Instrumental ---      Give me that country side of life   Where I can stretch out right   Give me the country side   Give me that country side of life   Where I don't get uptight   Give me the country side...