I’m Still A Simple Country Boy

Well it’s been a long hard road
To get here from where I come
From but now I’m a livin’ high
On the hog and the best is yet
To come still you can’t judge a
Book by its cover I have heard
Them say, you are and always
Will be the product of your long
Time gone yesterday…
In my heart I will always be
South is in my blood. The mountains
The rivers and the corn fields I
Love, mama’s fresh baked apple pies
Sunday picnics down by the river side
BOY and will be ’til the day I die…
Oh what I’d give to know then what
I know now, it isn’t as simple now to
Be a superstar, I’ve been bought and
I’ve been sold…
Well I ain’t the kind to throw in the towel
But heavens I need a little time to myself
To get back to my roots and so it’s back
To the country and back to where I really
Feel at home and where I am really alive
Don’t you know I’M STILL A SIMPLE?
COUNTRY BOY and will be ’til the day
I die!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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