Hardy - Take The Country And Run [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I had a dream that I was sitting
Across the table from a man
He said, "Son, you got two choices"
Holding something in each hand
One had all the money you could ever spend on Earth
The other just a few seeds and a little pile of dirt
I started reaching for that dollar
Just like anyone else, then I stopped
And I thought to myself

[Chorus]
I've seen the lights of L.A. from a penthouse suite
I've drank the finest champagne at thirty thousand feet
I've worn a house on my wrist, got all these names in my phone
But everything on that list ain't got nothing on
Pickin' on some Hank around a fire, sippin' on a beer in a blind
Or watchin' God paint the sky when the day is done
Hell with all that gold, it don't shine
Like the morning sun through them pines
You keep that money, buddy, I'll take the country and run

[Verse 2]
So I woke up and walked out
Felt that early morning chill
Steam rolling off my coffee
Fog rolling off the hills
Even if I had the chance now
I wouldn't change it if it could
I got a truck and a dog and a buck on the wall
And y'all, I've got it pretty damn good

[Chorus]
And I've seen the lights of L.A. from a penthouse suite
I've drank the finest champagne at thirty thousand feet
I've worn a house on my wrist, got all these names in my phone
But everything on that list ain't got nothing on
Pickin' on some Hank around a fire, sippin' on a beer in a blind
Or watchin' God paint the sky when the day is done
Hell with all that gold, it don't shine
Like the morning sun through them pines
You keep that money, buddy, I'll take the country and run

[Bridge]
As fast as I cana and never look back
Quit all that chasing, ain't no changing me, it's who I am
It's who I am

[Chorus]
I've seen the lights of L.A. from a penthouse suite
I've drank the finest champagne at thirty thousand feet
I've worn a house on my wrist, got all these names in my phone
But everything on that list ain't got a damn thing on
Pickin' on some Hank around a fire, sippin' on a beer in a blind
Or watchin' God paint the sky when the day is done
Hell with all that gold, it don't shine
Like the morning sun through them pines
You keep that money, buddy, I'll take the country and run