Kate Wolf - Riding in the country

Going riding in the ^Fcountry in a Model A ^CFord Past the cows and the ^Gchickens, through the fields of ^Ccorn Out across the ^Fflat lands and the rolling ^Chills Feel the summer sun ^Gshining, hear the motor ^Cpurr

And I'm just ^Fsitting on the front seat ^Gwith two friends of ^Cmine ^D7Going to the ^Gcountry sure ^G7makes me feel ^Cfine ^{G C}

Working in the ^Fcountry, cleaning up ^Cyards With a Model A ^Gtruck you know it can't be ^Chard Folks smile and ^Fpass us, walking down the ^Croad Going to the ^Gcounty dump with another ^Cload

And I'm just ^Fsitting on the front seat ^Gwith two friends of ^Cmine ^D7Going to the ^Gcountry sure ^G7makes me feel ^Cfine

Down gentle ^Froads with no white ^Cline Like a ^Gpathway to another ^Ctime Old houses ^Fpassing, front yards of ^Cflowers I could ride in the ^Gcountry for hours and ^Chours

I'm just ^Fsitting on the front seat ^Gwith two friends of ^Cmine ^D7Going to the ^Gcountry sure ^G7makes me feel ^Cfine ^{G C}

Hayfields are ^Fcut, harvest has be^Cgun Riding through the ^Gorchards in the morning ^Csun Good times in the ^Fcountry, can't you smell the ^Cair Apples and ^Gapricots and plums to ^Cspare

I'm just ^Fsitting on the front seat ^Gwith two friends of ^Cmine ^D7Going to the ^Gcountry sure ^G7makes me feel ^Cfine ^{G C}