Country wine

Life is sweet


With my feet under the table


And all that country food to eat




Country wine


I raise a glass up to my lips

As you walk into the kitchen


You pass me by and sway your hips


We could go out on the front porch

And swing along to Bill Monroe


Why would we be going nowhere


If we got nowhere else to go




Country wine


Never tasted so good

You glance at me over your shoulder


I think I understood




Later I can hang my belt


On our big four-poster bed


You can lie there naked

Just like the day that we were wed





Country wine

Life is sweet I got my feet under the table


And all that country food to eat


I got my feet under the table

And all that country food to eat