Country Cabin-Itis

[Verse 1:] I have been to New York City, I have traveled there in style It's a big convenient city but there ain't no country miles I have put my hand inside the hands of men who could not see What the singing of a bluebird means to me [Chorus:] I got that country cabin-itis in my soul It will comfort me in trouble be, my friend when I am old I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold I got that country cabin-itis in my soul [Verse 2:] Old wood burn stove fried chicken warm linoleum on the floor Sunday preaching Monday cursing and the girl that lives next door I have done some heavy thinking I have suffered with the load Just like running barefoot down the gravel road [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I have known myself when others never knew me much at all Sometimes it was the gettin' up that hurt more than the fall I am not concerned with money, I am not concerned with toys It may tell you Jesus was a country boy [Chorus][x2]