A country song left the farm. As the young man marched to war. Became a sound heard clear around the world. From a lonely soldiers guitar. Who had never been so far before. For mom and dad and a special little girl. And cutting through the quiet like a whistle in the night. A train of memories and even city boys could ride. Chorus:. Mountain high valley low. Proud and strong a country song. Meanwhile cross the water. The mothers and the daughters. Were working in the defense factories. All up and down the line. The machines and women whined. A country song as blue as the sea. That stretched so far between. Like the prayers and the dreams. Of the men who where fighting to keep their country free. Chorus. Though it seemed to take forever. They were finally back together. And the young men took a restless look around. cause it seemed the world unfolded. And the land just couldnt hold em. So they headed for the cities and the towns. They could feel the homefires glow. As they gathered around the radio. To hear the grand old opry as the weekend rolled around. Chorus. Theres a kid out on the highway. Who says hes got some dues to pay. So he set out with a guitar and a dream. He dont look much like a cowboy. But he swears hes gonna make some noise. Change a tune or two in tennessee. Though his hands had never worked the land. His granddad was a railroad man. He sang him jimmie rodgers songs as he sat upon his knee. Chorus x 2