I'm gonna live where the green grass grows Watch my corn pop up in rows Every night be tucked in close, to you Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed Point our rockin' chairs towards the west And plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows

In our rockin' chairs That are going to fly by like lightning so they say These are the nights (yeah) The good times that we left the wild side out to play These are the Sunday mornings We talked to the Lord, get right with the man upstairs Get back to