When the eggs are all gathered and the bolt is on the doorAnd everything is tight for the night once moreGot a fire on, glowing dogs asleep upon the floorI find that it's good to be livingAnd I'm glad I was born to the country high and plainTo waking up each morning with pride to my nameAnd if anyone should ask if a dollar is my gameI tell them my life is free in the country high and plainWhen the wind is a-blowing and the wheel is spinning roundThe old mill's a-pumping, sucker rods go up and downI get lost in the magic of the movement and the soundI find then to peace I am givenAnd I'm glad I was born to the country high and plainTo waking up each morning with pride to my nameAnd if anyone should ask if a dollar is my gameI tell them my life is free in the country high and plainWhen the stars are fading and the dawn is thin and longNeighbor's dog takes to barking, meadowlark gets it onCattle grazing on a hillside, catfish lazy in the pondI find I've no fear of my dyingAnd I'm glad I was born to the country high and plainTo waking up each morning with pride to my nameAnd if anyone should ask if a dollar is my gameI tell them my life is free in the country high and plain