God's Country - George Jones

State trooper thinks I drive too fast

Pulled me over to tell me so

I say out here on the prarie

Any speed is too slow

I miss Brooklyn, I miss my crew

Let’s start over, I missed my cue

Guess, I just forgot

Who I was talking to

I should have recognized

That fierce look in his eyes

I’ve seen it in my mirror

So many times

He’s gonna put his two cents in

'Cause he’s got a gun

But I’m gonna put in three

'Cause history owes me one

Guess, I came out here to see some

Stuff for myself

I mean, why leave the telling

Up to everybody else

This may be God’s country

But this is my country too

Move over, Mr. Holiness

And let the little people through

Thank you for serving and protecting

The likes of me

Thank you for the ticket

Now can I leave?

You know, I have left everywhere

That I have ever been

I don’t really recommend it

Though not like anybody asked me

Maybe you and I

Will meet again someday

I’ve been known to

Come down this road

Maybe it is destiny

And then again

Maybe not

I don’t know