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Backstory:

I wrote all of the music and most of the lyric, but without the contributions of two very talented cowriters, the song never would have been written.                               

Lyrics:

                                                  
Country Therapy                 ©2011 R. Brown/K. Matejka/A. Walat 
 
Verse 1
It’s twenty-one miles of gravel road from the nearest Seven-Eleven
Some might call it “Hell”… I call it “Heaven”
Been in the family since nineteen-sixty-two
It’s the cabin that my grandpa built cause grandma liked the view
 
Lift

‘N I go there every chance I get…
 
Chorus 1

For a little bit of country therapy
Chillin’ around the fire
Country therapy
Singin’ with the bull-frog choir
Country therapy
Unwind and get right-side-up…
Check out the stars, talk with the Lord
Play my guitar ‘till I’ve been restored
 
Verse 2

It’s seventeen acres of level ground covered with maple and birch
Mother nature’s cathedral -- my kind of church
With a pond that holds the biggest walleye I’ve ever seen
It would sure ‘nuff make the cover of Hillbilly Hideaway Magazine
 
Lift

‘N I go there every chance I get…
 
Chorus 2

For a little bit of country therapy
Chillin’ around the fire
Country therapy
Singin’ with the bull-frog choir
Country therapy
Unwind and get right-side-up…
Check out the stars, talk with the Lord
Play my guitar ‘till I’ve been restored
 
Chorus 3

I’m talkin’ ‘bout country therapy
Chicken on the charcoal grill
Country therapy
Deer runnin’ over the hill
Country therapy
It fixes me right up
I check out the stars, talk with the Lord
Play my guitar ‘till I’ve been restored