I have a cabin without a phone
My living quarters is where I call home
To live as Amish - is off the hook
My number’s listed - in the good book


They call me country but it don’t mean a thing
I’m just calling on God to fulfill all my dreams
Life is good with God so near


My horse and buggy won’t win any drags
I find fast drivers - tend to be nags
One had road apples – fly on his Porsche
He heaved and hollered – ‘til he went hoarse

I heard of road rage - but never like this
He pulled me over – man was he pissed
So I left him the number and address to my shack
He said he’d call me - haven’t heard back


Fortunately, there’s my friends and my folks
(Everybody say “God’s Good”......”God’s Good”)
I thank the Lord who has lightened my yoke
Life is good with God so near


My education was stopped in eighth grade
My mom and dad said that I had it made
It’s quite a challenge to manage their farm
The fruits of my labor have done them no harm


You can’t call me on the outskirts of roam
(Everybody say “No Bars!”..... “No Bars!”)
I keep my distance from those secular phones
Life is good with God so near


Yeah, yeah, yeah