How Country Am I?

It’s true I grew up with a foot in the city and another in the country. All my best memories coming up were made in the COUNTRY. My favorite places to be were in the country; my grandparent’s farm (spent a LOT of time THERE growing up, you can bet that!), camped out in the woods, wandering down those long, winding country roads, or by the lake fishing. I always did like the sound of wind in the trees better than city traffic noise. I like the mountains, and trees, and I like open spaces. I have moved around a lot in this world, but my very favorite place I ever lived was a little shack in the woods. I presently live in a fairly small town, and I wish I was in the country, but AT LEAST it’s not a big city - I think I would hang myself. I’ve lived north, and south, and east, and west. I like the south and the west the best. I like biscuits and gravy, and I would give just about anything if I could somehow have my Mammaw’s homemade jams and jellies again. I remember the hog-roasts we used to have on the farm, the smell of that smoky open fire, and that nice, fresh pork cooking over it all day. I remember picking corn and digging up taters. Some folks pay money to go on hayrides. I used to do those. They weren’t for fun. They were work. I remember riding in the car for hours on those country roads, with Daddy’s country music radio station playing all the way. Nothing is more beautiful to me than the sun coming up over the mountains. I don’t really want much in this life. Wanna sing my songs, and play my guitar. Want a little spot of land in the country. Want some good lovin’ and a home-cooked meal. A nice drink and a good smoke. That’ll do. I don’t need a whole pile of money - though it sure wouldn’t hurt none haha - don’t need no fancy cars. How country am I? I’m that country.