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Jason Michael Carroll Waitin In The Country

My little girl met a new friend just the other day On the playground at school Between the tires and the swings But she came home with tear-filled eyes

I like my next-door-neighbor We do each other favors sometimes We threw somethin' on the grill Sat around and chilled just the other night And we talk

I got a little game that I play And I call it 'try to beat the morning paper home' I ain't very good but I get a lot of practice Even won once a month

I always said I wouldn't stand In the way of your dreams And what good is the wind blowing In a blue sky to a bird without wings And I meant it when

everything I need Waitin' in the country for me, waitin' for me Out in the country where the world turns green There's a pretty girl waitin' on a front

everything I need Waitin' in the country for me, Waitin' for me Out in the country, where the world turns green There's a pretty girl waitin' on the

My little girl met a new friend Just the other day On the playground at school Between the tires and the swings But she came home with tear-filled eyes

How do I move on from here when everything I lost is what I want This ocean left inside of me has become her memory's favorite place to haunt How can

I got a little game that I play and I call it "Try to beat the morning paper home" I ain't very good but I get a lot of practice, even won once a month