vision, not blueprint

The Good Life

they got tired of livin’ in an apple goin’ black
went up the mad river valley & they never looked back
way up the mountain over campbell ridge
up an old loggin’ road . . ‘cross an old mill bridge

they built a little house out of stone they found
put their backs to the plow . . put their seeds in the ground
water from the spring runnin’ plenty & good
from a hardwood forest . . choppin’ fire from the wood

oh . . they’re livin’ the good life
oh . . they’re livin’ the good life

they got bread in the oven, got books on the shelf
they’re lookin’ deep into each others’ eyes & deep into themselves
pursuin’ ideals with grace & style
& they’re makin’ ends meet with their huckleberry guile

oh . . they’re livin’ the good life
oh . . they’re livin’ the good life

way up the mountain over campbell ridge
up an old loggin’ road . . ‘cross an old mill bridge
they built a little house out of stone they found
put their backs to the plow and their seeds in the ground
they’ve got the power of the sun . . the strength of the soil
they’re findin’ peace in their hearts & faith in their toil

oh . . they’re livin’ the good life
oh . . they’re livin’ the good life
oh . . they’re livin’ the good life