Darling I've been thinking this one through   We've been fighting like cat and dog now here's what we've go to do   This life in the city is killing the love that we one knew   We could be happy in the country      We would spend so many lovely days   We'd have chickens and cows and corn and whatever it is farmers raise   At breakfast each morning we'd fry up our own hand-picked eggs   We could be happy in the country      So let's pack our bags up together   And we'll be in the clear forever      We'll just sit right back and watch while our crops grow   While we listen to gals like Kitty Wells on country radio   Weekends we's two-step at some cowboy bar just down the road   We could be happy in the country      I know that the local folks will make us feel right at home   We'll have homemade whiskey and ramble down country roads      And I would learn to ride on the rodeo   I'd have shiny boots and a cowboy hat so that nobody'd ever know   That we'd once been city folks that owned sporty cars and fancy homes   If we could just be in the country