Here I sit and play guitar
Drink beer out in the country
Having narrowly escaped my trip
Into town and now it's sunday
So here I sit and play guitar
Count stars out in the country
Having narrowly escaped my trip
Into town, and now there's no one around
Here I sit and play guitar
Drink beer out in the country
Having narrowly escaped my trip
Into town and now it's sunday
So here I sit and play guitar
Count stars out in the country
Having narrowly escaped my trip
Into town, and now there's no one around
Drink beer out in the country
Having narrowly escaped my trip
Into town and now it's sunday
So here I sit and play guitar
Count stars out in the country
Having narrowly escaped my trip
Into town, and now there's no one around
Here I sit and play guitar
Drink beer out in the country
Having narrowly escaped my trip
Into town and now it's sunday
So here I sit and play guitar
Count stars out in the country
Having narrowly escaped my trip
Into town, and now there's no one around
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A masterpiece. Really, I don't usually throw words like that around. The whoosh-whoosh sound is particularly atmospheric.
I love how it's about isolation and enjoying your own self. Simply effin' beautiful. It's hard to believe these guys didn't make it huge. Hail Lytle.