Well I've heard those city singers singin 'bout how they can love
the oceans the stars above
Well I come from the country and I know I ain't seen it all
But I heard that ocean salty and the stars they sometimes fall
But that would not do justice to the way I feel for you
So I have to sing this song about all the things I knew
My love is the holler, the river
the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill
My love is the snowflakes that fall in late December
And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill
And the song of a whippoorwill
From the backroads to the broadway shows there's a million miles between
There's a least a million love songs that people love to sing
And every one is different and every one's the same
This is just another way of sayin' the same thing
A whippoorwill
