Simple Song Paroles

though things seem bad.





So I take out my guitar

and I play me a song or two

and every song I'm playing, darling, yeah!

brings me back to you.





Hey people won't you join me along
but the feeling's comes on strong.





At times this city life

Whoa! brings me a little of doubt

I'm looking for the country

I'm stuck here in the town





So I take out my guitar

And I play me a little tune

I gotta get to thinking yeah!

I gotta drive a little soon.