Oh, there's nothin' as gay
As a day in the country
Under the wonderful skiesFor a city bred feller
Field full of yeller
Is quite a delightful surpriseFor a couple of travelin' guysOh, you don't have to pay
For a day in the country
It's old mother nature who buysAnd while we keep goin'
The breezes are blowin'
The cigarette smoke from our eyesI hear beautiful melodies played by an old water mill
And a little red barn is spinning a yarn to the daffodils
Up on the hillOh, there's nothin' as gay
As a day in the country
Here's where I really belongA Hobo hob-no-bin'
With bluebirds and robin
We warble a merry old songAnd go rollio, rollio
Rollio, rollio
Rollio, rolli, alongHow I envy the fellers who live by a shady nook
And the cute little guy who's casting a fly
At a trout leaping out of a brookOh there's nothin' as gay
As a day in the country
Far from the maddening throngJust grab a valise full
And go where it's peaceful
And try vocalizing a songWhile you're rollio, rollio
Rollio, rollio
Rollio, rolli, along
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