Songtext von Country Cabin-Itis

I have been to New York City I have traveled there in style It's a big convenient city but there ain't no country miles I have put my hand inside the hands of men who could not see What the singing of a bluebird means to me. I got that country cabinitis in my soul It will comfort me in trouble be my friend when I am old I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold I got that country cabinitis in my soul. Old wood burnin' stove fried chicken warm linoleum on the floor Sunday preaching Monday cussin' and the girl that lives next door I have done some heavy thinking I have suffered with the load Just like running barefoot down the gravel road. I got that country cabinitis in my soul It will comfort me in trouble be my friend when I am old I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold I got that country cabinitis in my soul. I have known myself when others never knew me much at all Sometimes it was the gettin' up that hurt more than the fall I am not concerned with money I am not concerned with toys Didn't they tell you Jesus was a country boy. I got that country cabin itis in my soul It will comfort me in trouble be my friend when I am old I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold I got that country cabinitis in my soul. Got that country cabinitis in my soul It will comfort me in trouble be my friend when I am old I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold I got that country cabinitis in my soul...