Tom T. Hall - Country Cabin-Itis lyrics

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

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

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

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