Harry Chapin - Country Dreams Lyrics
This phone's growing into my earI made three hundred calls today,Though yours is the only voice that I wanna hearI got to make me a living someway.I know you hate me doing thisYou say I'm selling out,But how in the hell is a mad s'posed to live?Selling's what it's all about.Hello, Sir, I'm the Pocano LandDevelopment Company,And I'm calling you with an offer of some landThat you'll just have to see.A quarter-acre plot, that's what I've got for youNineteen ninety-five, four hundred dollars downAnd just ten bucks a weekIt's two short hours from New York City,A Pocano Land Site green and pretty.There's lakes there, and trout streams,Mountain views, Country Dreams,Contry Dreams.We dreamed our dreams in college, girlBack then we thought we should,And we promised that we would save the worldWay back then we thought we could.I know you love your teaching now, but I wish you'd understand,There aren't that many jobs around, I'm doing the best I can.Hello, Sir...I'm here with forty other guysCrowded in a room,Making a living selling the moonAnd rustic dreams in June.I used to hate the city now I'm dwelling in it,Used to love the country now I'm selling it.I'm doing well at it,That's the hell of it!I said that we would find a farmAnd live out on the land,It's strange how dreams come back at usIn ways that we had never planned.Here I'm selling real estateAnd laughing at myself,If I can't have my country dreamI'm gonna sell it out to somebody else!Darling, don't get mad at meI'm doing t
