She was thin,
Very young but still a woman
And she loved me.
I was thin,
She used to call me skinny
Just to bug me.
She was sweet and oh so innocent
And had grown up in a little country town.
And since I was from the city,
I'd tease her and call her country,
She'd laugh and call me town.
We'd take rides,
And she loved to stop in fields
And talk to horses.
And she taught me
All the different names of flowers I'd never noticed.
The days were cool.
Times were sweet then.
The world was ours and nothing could go wrong.
That was autumn '67, Town and Country got along.
For no reason,
In some restaurant 'neath the table
She would kick me.
Try and call her,
She was never in but running
Like a Gypsy.
Hurt her feelings,
And you'd have to baby her to break the cold.
End of Springtime, Town and Country's love was nearly one year old.
Then we quarreled,
And like a fool I went to seek love
From another.
And she left me when she found out, and went running
Back to mother.
Because I hurt her,
Until this day she won't forgive the wrong.
And it's said here,
Town and Country can no longer get along.