[Verse]
Morning sun shines through the trees,
Rolling hills and gentle breeze,
Riding past the farms I know,
Off to where the rivers flow.

[Verse 2]
Old dirt road beneath my tires,
Smoke curls up from distant fires,
Green fields stretch on far and wide,
On the way, no need to hide.

[Chorus]
I'm rolling down this open land,
With the reins held in my hand,
Every turn brings something new,
Countryside just me and you.

[Verse 3]
Barns and windmills dot the scene,
Ponds and streams are cool and clean,
Kids wave from the porch out front,
This path's seen a thousand hunts.

[Verse 4]
Rusty fence and wildflowers,
Miles and miles, not counted hours,
Cows are grazing in the shade,
Here, memories are made.

[Chorus]
I'm rolling down this open land,
With the reins held in my hand,
Every turn brings something new,
Countryside just me and you.