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Lyrics:

                                                  
Here in the Sticks                                                 ©2014 Ronald G Brown


I'm here in the sticks 
Out on the deck
Discovered a big ol' skeeter just had dinner on the back of my neck
He’s now in my beer
A floatin’ souvenir, but I don’t care 
It’s the price you pay when you get away from the city and come out here...


Chorus:

Here in the sticks… 
Where the tall maples grow
And the view outside your door
Is worth everything you own
Where the night life is wild
And the wild is everywhere
As the bull frogs make ya smile
The screech owl curls your hair… 
Yeah, you get a big ol’, downright country feel-good fix… here in the sticks



I’m here with the fish
Caught me a bunch
Then a walleye bit my finger, one little slip n’ I was lunch
But I’m okay
A slight fingertip fillet… and I still say…
I’ll gladly deal with being a meal if it means I get another day…


(CHORUS)


(I wrote 100% of the song. Sang, played and produced the demo.)
Email: HookstownBrown@yahoo.com
Phone: 412-596-5831
Bridge:

So, if you’re tired of the high-stress nonsense there in town
Take some time off, bring some bug-off… n’ we’ll wind it down, down, down…


Chorus 3:

Here in the sticks… 
Where the skyscrapers grow
And the view outside your door
Is worth everything you own
Where the night life is wild
And the wild is everywhere
As the bull frogs make ya smile
The screech owl curls your hair… 
Yeah, you get a big ol’, downright country feel-good fix… here in the sticks