With my feet under the table
And all that country food to eat
Country wine, I raise a glass up to my lips
As you walk into the kitchen
You pass me by and sway your hips
We could go out on the front porch
And swing along to Bill Monroe
Why would we be going nowhere
If we got nowhere else to go?
You glance at me over your shoulder
On our big four- poster bed
Just like the day that we were wed
Country wine, life is sweet
I got my feet under the table
And all that country food to eat
I got my feet under the table
And all that country food to eat
