Bah! Ba-ba-ba-Bah! Ba-ba-ba-Bah!
Bah! Ba-ba-ba-Bah! Ba-ba-ba-Bah!
When the world in which you live in
Gets a bit too much to bear
And you need someone to lean on
When you look, there's no one there
You're gonna find me, out in the country
Yeah, you're gonna find me, way out in the country
Where the air is good, and the day is fine
And the pretty girl, has a hand in mine
And the silver stream, is a poor man's wine
In the country, in the country
When you're walking in the city
And you're feeling rather small
And the people on the sidewalk
Seem to form a solid wall
You're gonna find me, out in the country
Hey, you're gonna find me, way out in the country
Where the air is good, and the day is fine
And the pretty girl, has a hand in mine
And the silver stream, is a poor man's wine
In the country, in the country
Hurry, hurry, hurry
For the time is slipping by
You don't need a ticket
It belongs to you and I
Come on an join me, out in the country
Where the air is good, and the day is fine
And the pretty girl, has a hand in mine
And the silver stream, is a poor man's wine
In the country, in the country
Bah! Ba-ba-ba-Bah! Ba-ba-ba-Bah!
Bah! Ba-ba-ba-Bah! Ba-ba-ba-Bah