In the Country Songtext
von Cliff Richard

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(Bah, ba-ba-ba-bah, ba-ba-ba, bah, ba-ba-ba-bah)

When the world in which your living
Gets a bit too much to bear
And you need someone to lean on
When you look, there′s no one there

You're gonna find me out in the country
Yeah, you′re gonna find me way out in the country
Where the air is good and the day is fine
And the pretty girl has her hand in mine
And the silver stream is a poor man's wine
In the country, in the country

If you're walking in the city
And you′re feeling rather small
And the people on the sidewalk
Seem to form a solid wall


You′re gonna find me, hey, out in the country
You're gonna find me, hey, out in the country
Where the air is good and the day is fine
And the pretty girl has her hand in mine
And the silver stream is a poor man′s wine
In the country, in the country

Hurry, hurry, hurry
For the time is slipping by
You don't need a ticket
It belongs to you and I

Come on an join me, hey, out in the country

Where the air is good and the day is fine
And the pretty girl has her hand in mine
And the silver stream is a poor man′s wine
In the country, in the country

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(Bah, ba-ba-ba-bah, ba-ba-ba-bah, ba-ba-ba-bah)
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