Words & Music by Wayne Francis
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FINE COUNTRY LIVING
It takes fine country living to help me refrain
From recalling the pain of what I believe
It takes fine country living to help me remain
In control of my fortunes and of someone deceived
It's a hard way to break, as I lie in my bed still awake
And hope that whenever I open my eyes she'll be there
(CHORUS)
If she finds someone's face, appearing each day in my place
And the grey light of dawn only comes to remind me she's gone
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Here the roads are drifted white, how are you and the city tonight
If you're dressed all so fine, then don't tell me the reason this time
(CHORUS)
There's a fire that's burning gold, tries in vain to diminish the cold
There's a storm in the air as I check all in need of repair
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