Lila McCann - Wild Blue Country

Blue jeans, well roll 'em up and wade through the water
Like we're sixteen and we ain't got nothin' else to do,
Let's go, let's go live a page from a Mark Twain novel,
Let some southern comfort sink in.

There's nothin' like knee-high summertime green grass,
Barefoot, layin' back, dreamin',
Nothin' like a lazy Sunday, baby,
Warm breeze, porch swing swingin',
You and me, sippin' sweet tea,
Yeah the wild blue country, yeah.

A little fresh air, it can heal those big city bruises,
Out there, out there there's nothin' but time,
A suntan, a little bit of red on my shoulders
And your hands wrapped up in mine.

There's nothin' like knee-high summertime green grass,
Barefoot, layin' back, dreamin',
Nothin' like a lazy Sunday, baby,
Warm breeze, porch swing swingin',
You and me, sippin' sweet tea,
Yeah the wild blue country, yeah.

We'll fall in love again,
Your sweet kiss tellin' me:

There's nothin' like knee-high summertime green grass,
Barefoot, layin' back, dreamin',
Nothin' like a lazy Sunday, baby,
Warm breeze, porch swing swingin',
You and me, sippin' sweet tea,
Yeah the wild blue country.

Wild blue country

Oh in the wild blue country,
Yeah, sippin' sweet tea.
Wild...