Coffee's brewing, aroma's coming my way
Cows mooing, we're hungry, bring us some hay
Can hear the bacon sizzlin' in the fryin' pan
Every day I thank God I'm a country man
My woman's cookin' eggs gathered this country mornin'
She deserves a kiss, a hug, some great country lovin'
Those eggs were mighty tasty to me
Gonna throw those hens a little extra feed
Enjoyed another great country breakfast
It'll keep me a-goin' till the sun comes to rest
I'm blessed to be alive, alive, and smilin'
Blessed to be enjoyin's God's country mornin'
Thank you Lord, Thank you for another great country mornin'
Thank God for every mornin', every mornin' I wake
It's a fine country morning God did mak
Sun's breakin' light, better get a-movin'
Tons of work to be done, horse needs a shoein'
Rooster's crowing, he's just showing off
Get the vaccine, a calf's startin' to cough
Clouds dark on the horizon, best get in the hay
Last chance maybe, before winter comes our way
Leaves a turning a pretty shade of red
Got to fix that leak in the Old Woodshed
I'm blessed to be alive,
Alive and smili'
Blessed to be enjoyin's God's country mornin'
Thank you, Lord, thank you for another great country mornin'
(C) Robert W Anderson's Pure Country Poetry
Cows mooing, we're hungry, bring us some hay
Can hear the bacon sizzlin' in the fryin' pan
Every day I thank God I'm a country man
My woman's cookin' eggs gathered this country mornin'
She deserves a kiss, a hug, some great country lovin'
Those eggs were mighty tasty to me
Gonna throw those hens a little extra feed
Enjoyed another great country breakfast
It'll keep me a-goin' till the sun comes to rest
I'm blessed to be alive, alive, and smilin'
Blessed to be enjoyin's God's country mornin'
Thank you Lord, Thank you for another great country mornin'
Thank God for every mornin', every mornin' I wake
It's a fine country morning God did mak
Sun's breakin' light, better get a-movin'
Tons of work to be done, horse needs a shoein'
Rooster's crowing, he's just showing off
Get the vaccine, a calf's startin' to cough
Clouds dark on the horizon, best get in the hay
Last chance maybe, before winter comes our way
Leaves a turning a pretty shade of red
Got to fix that leak in the Old Woodshed
I'm blessed to be alive,
Alive and smili'
Blessed to be enjoyin's God's country mornin'
Thank you, Lord, thank you for another great country mornin'
(C) Robert W Anderson's Pure Country Poetry
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