perch trees
pine trees
oh there're many kind trees
sparrows
marrows and all those things
butterflies flutter by everybody's upper by
even the man next door can sing
kicking up the cones and rolling up the stones
kicking up the stones and rolling up the cones
the band plays country
cool and sweet
everywhere you go
the people tumble down the street
no one that you know
sunshine
soon shine
let me in the moonshine
give me the road and set me free
own up
grown up
everything is sewn up
state police can't bother me
kicking up the cones and rolling up the stones
kicking up the stones and rolling up the cones
the band plays country
cool and sweet
everywhere you go
the people tumble down the street
everyone you know
jed the woodchuck
lives in woodstock
maybe he's a groundhog and i don't know
winter freeze up
seize up
knees up
summers and its time to go
kicking up the cones and rolling up the stones
kicking up the stones and rolling up the cones
the band plays country
cool and sweet
everywhere you go
the people tumble down the street
everyone you know