In north Florida, down a long country road
You will find my hide-a-way nestled among oak trees
And along side pastures where cows graze all day long.
Where people still believe in living off of the land
And take pride in the harvest they reap from their sowing
Where beauty can be found hiding around every corner
In places you would never expect to find them
Where ordinary things can be turned into something extraordinary
And hard work is never taken for granted
Where days seem to move a little slower
And a light breeze and family is all you need
It's the simple kind of life...
