When I think of you I see country roads

Not freeways or boulevards

Not fancy royal gardens

But dusty backyards

When I think of you I see your grandma's house

Not a mansion with marble floors

Just a simple sunny place

With old screen doors

When I think of you I think of kindness

Honesty and grace

No make-up or perfume

Just a smile on your pretty face

When I think of you I hear music

Not symphonies or brass bands

But voices and guitars

Played by calloused hands

When I think of you I think of lemonade

Not sherry or champagne

Not perfect chinaware

Something chipped and plain

When I think of you I see kitchens

No parlours or ballrooms

No butlers and chambermaids

I see aprons and brooms

When I think of you I think of turquoise

And not diamonds and pearls

Not bright lights and city ladies

But sunsets and hometown girls

When I think of you I think of walking

Not private planes or limousines

Not high heels and satin gowns

But sandals and faded jeans