Mailman left junk mail
All over the front porch
Can't find my car keys
Clothes scattered on the floor
Landlord needs rent
The grass needs mowing
Dishes in the sink
Take me out to God's country
Land of the free
I don't like working
I don't mind the money
Paycheck to paycheck
With some fun in-between
Cause my dog's gotta' eat
Keep my girl happy
I know nothing is free
Take me out to God's country
Where I long to be
I've got some close friends
I've got nothing to leave
I should go see them
Soon as I find my keys
But gas ain't so cheap
And the highway's crowded
Can't they just come to me
Take me out to God's country
Where I long to be
(Take me-take me-take me-take me-take me-take...)
I don't belong here (?)
I see it in the mirror
Ain't no use crying
I won't shed no more tears
And when my ticker runs out
And my soul leaves my body
There's a place I can rest
Take me out to God's country
Land of our best (?)
Take me out to God's country
Land of our best (?)
