Back To The Countryside

[Verse 1]
Packed up my memories
In a cardboard box by the door
Fourth-floor walk-up
Thin walls
I ain’t missin’ this place anymore
Coffee in a paper cup
Traffic singin’ out of tune
Sun blocked by a wall of brick
Can’t remember my last June
[Chorus]
Goodbye city life
I’m goin’ back to the countryside
Where I belong
Trade these crowded streets
For a gravel road and a front porch song
Give me open skies
Creek bed talkin’ and the night so strong
Goodbye city life
I’m goin’ back to the countryside
Where I belong (oh I belong)
[Verse 2]
Mama said the garden’s grown
Said my old dog limps
But he runs
Neighbor’s boy is drivin’ now
Time sure moves like a river done
Miss that church bell Sunday
Miss that rusted mailbox lean
Miss that girl in the cotton dress
Who used to talk about her dreams
[Chorus]
Goodbye city life
I’m goin’ back to the countryside
Where I belong
Trade these crowded streets
For a gravel road and a front porch song
Give me open skies
Creek bed talkin’ and the night so strong
Goodbye city life
I’m goin’ back to the countryside
Where I belong
[Bridge]
I ain’t chasin’ shine and screens
Just chasin’ fireflies in the dark (hey!)
That old two-lane leads me home
Every mile unhooks my heart
[Chorus]
Goodbye city life
I’m goin’ back to the countryside
Where I belong
Trade these crowded streets
For a gravel road and a front porch song
Give me open skies
Creek bed talkin’ and the night so strong
Goodbye city life
I’m goin’ back to the countryside
Where I belong
Where I belong

folk, Warm radio-country ballad with male vocals, brushed acoustic guitar strums, soft kick and snare, and a lazy bassline. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d; chorus lifts with stacked harmonies and a brighter strum pattern. Light organ pad and fiddle swells in the bridge, then everything drops to guitar and vocal for the final hook., acoustic, country