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The Fence

The Fence

Emily Ann Roberts

Lyrics
He's a Bible on the dash of his Chevy
Give the shirt off his back
Salt of the earth, steady as the dirt
He kicks on the welcome mat

He's worked hard for a half-hundred acres
It's heaven, far as you can see
He don't need much, just the two of us
Sittin' on a hickory swing

He's sipping that Kentucky
Starin' at the setting sun
One part of me feels lucky
One part wants to run
When he hears a tin roof raining
I feel a restless wind
There's a good man on the porch
And I'm on the fence

What if these dreams I'm dreaming
Take me past the county line?
The town gets small and the highway calls
And I need to touch the sky
No, it ain't so cut and dry

He's sipping that Kentucky
Starin' at the settin' sun
One part of me feels lucky
One part wants to run
When he hears a tin roof raining
I feel a restless wind
There's a good man on the porch
And I'm on the fence, ooh

If I settle down, would I wonder 'bout
What's around the bend, every now and then?
I'm back and forth
Like that rockin' chair, he's rocking in

Sipping that Kentucky
Staring at the settin' sun
One part of me feels lucky
One part wants to run
When he hears a tin roof raining
I feel a restless wind
Oh, why am I so torn?
There's a good man on the porch
And I'm on the fence, ooh