by Cary Kembla
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ANOTHER COUNTRY
Yes I'm going to another country
Where the air is fresh and pure
Where the lakes are clear as crystal
And the skies are wide and blue
Where there's rolling hills and green fields
Instead of chimney stacks
Yes I'm going to another country
And I ain't coming back
Well I'm going to another country
Where the feasts are laid out fine
Where there's sparkling ale and water
Instead of old stale wine
Where there's golden eggs for breakfast
And syrup on flapjacks
Yes I'm going to another country
And I ain't coming back
Yes I'm going to another country
Where folks are good and true
Where they keep the soil turned over
And the gardens all in bloom
Where a shovel is a shovel
And fiction just ain't fact
Yes I'm going to another country
And I ain't coming back
Yes I'm going to another country
Where the land is full of song
Where there's sounds of children laughing
And playing all day long
Where the birds are tweeting in tune
Instead of sharp and flat
Yes I'm going to another country
And I ain't coming back
Yes I'm going to another country
And I ain't coming back
© 2022 Cary Kembla
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