Country Born

J.R HILTON

COUNTRY BORN

WRITTEN BY J.R HILTON

2017

MOONSHINE WILD, RUNNING FREE

WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF ME

FARM STRONG, HEADSTRONG

I HAD IT GOING ON

I HAD MY FRIENDS, BUT THEY WERE FEW

BACK THEN I COULD PICK AND CHOOSE

I COULD HARDLY LOSE

SWEET LITTLE GIRL BESIDE ME

DRIVING DOWN A COUNTRY ROAD

STOPPED TO LOOK AT THE STARS

SWEET LITTLE GIRL

ALL I NEED TO TAME THIS WILD HEART

SOMEWHERE TO START

COMBINES GLEAMING IN THE MORNING SUN

MOVE ON TREMBLING WHEAT

TIP YOUR HAT, TAP YOUR FEET

COUNTRY BOY LET LOOSE IN THE WORLD

SUNNY DAYS AND FRESH CUT HAY

BIRDS OF PREY, BUTTERFLIES, COUNTRYSIDE

COUNTRY BORN MY LOVE IS STRONG

AND THE ROAD BEFORE ME LOOKS LONG AND WINDING

INTO THE MORNING SUN

SEAS OF WHEAT AND WINDMILLS ON HALLOWED GROUND

SOMETIMES IT GETS SO QUIET

YOU CAN'T HEAR A SOUND

HARD TO LEAVE BEHIND, BUT AT THE SAME TIME

NEW HORIZONS CALL

I HAVE TO SEE THEM ALL

LEAVING FOR GOOD SOUNDS SO FINAL

MOONSHINE WILD, RUNNING FREE

NO I CAN'T LOOK BACK

BUT I KNOW WHERE I'M FROM

COUNTRY BORN UNDER BLUE SKIES

THE FARTHER THE BEGINNING, THE CLOSER THE END

IT'S ALL CLEAR, ONE BY ONE, CHANCES DISAPPEAR

CLEANING THE WELL, DINNER BELL

PICKING HARVEST, TRACTORS IN THE FIELD

I CAN SEE THE DUST RISING, INTO THE SKY

AND NOW HERE TOWARDS THE END

A LITTLE WORN, BUT STILL, COUNTRY BORN

 

Country Dream

Jeffrey Hilton

COUNTRY DREAM

RODEO I GOTTA GO

BUCKING BRONCOS

RIDING DOWN THESE RANGE ROADS

LOOKING AT THE ROLLING FOOTHILLS

PRAIRIE GRASS AND SAGE

ANCIENT WHISPERS FROM ANOTHER AGE

BIG FARMS SMALL FARMS

WITH ALL THE MOUNTAINS FOR A VIEW

IT'S HARD TO LOOK AWAY

COYOTES CROSSING THE FIELD

IN THE MORNING SUN

EAGLES CIRCLING THE SKIES ABOVE

GOT THE RABBITS GONE TO GROUND

I'D LIKE TO LIVE HERE

BUT LIFE'S GOT OTHER PLANS

IN THE CITY WHERE I DON'T BELONG

AND IT DOESN'T TAKE LONG

BEFORE I FIND MYSELF OUT ON THESE RANGE ROADS

WHERE I FEEL ALIVE

FILL MY SOUL WITH SWEET COUNTRY DREAMS

 BIG OLD COUNTRY MOON

RISING ABOVE THE TREES

DON'T TAKE MUCH TO SATISFY ME

LONE WOLF HOWLING ON A HILL

THEN SILENCE ALL AROUND

 COUNTRY NIGHT MY FAVORITE SOUND

DOWN BY THE RIVER DEEP IN THE WOODS

I'D BUILD A LITTLE HOUSE IF I COULD

I'D LIKE TO GET A HORSE AND RIDE THE RANGE

RIGHT INTO THE PINES

RIDE OUT ONTO A RIDGE

AS THE SUNS GOING DOWN 

JUST ME AND THAT HORSE

SILHOUETTED AGAINST THE SKY

I'D RIDE HIM FAST

I'D RIDE HIM SLOW

I'D WALK BESIDE HIM AS THE SUNS SINKING LOW

IN MY MIND THAT'S FREE

YOU COULDN'T FIND ME

I'LL FIND YOU INSTEAD, IF I WANT

BUT NO LOOK AT ME

BARELY HANGING ONTO THIS LIFE OF MINE

BUT THAT DON'T STOP ME NONE FROM DREAMING

OF RANGE ROADS, THAT LEAD ME HOME

A LITTLE BIT OF COUNTRY THAT I CAN CALL MY OWN

I CAN ALMOST HEAR THE COUNTRY SILENCE

SETTLING INTO MY SOUL

IT'S SOMETHING I NEED TO FEEL

SOMETHING I NEED TO BE REAL

I LIE HERE IN MY BED

DREAMS OF RANGE ROADS IN THE COUNTRY

FILL MY HEAD

COUNTRY DREAM, I HAVE SEEN THE FUTURE