She was thin, very young but still a woman
And she loved me
I was thin, she used to call me skinny
Just to bug me
She was sweet and, oh, so innocent
And had grown up in a little country town
And since, I was from the city
I'd tease her and call her Country
She'd laugh and call me Town
We'd take rides and she loved to stop in fields
And talk to horses
And she taught me
All the different names of flowers I'd never noticed
The days were cool
Times were sweet then
The world was ours and nothing could go wrong
That was autumn '67, Town and Country got along
For no reason, in some restaurant 'neath the table
She would kick me
Try and call her, she was never in but running
Like a gypsy
Hurt her feelings
And you'd have to baby her to break the cold
End of springtime, Town and Country's love
Was nearly one year old
Then we quarreled and like a fool I went to seek love
From another
And she left me when she found out and went running
Back to mother
Because I hurt her
Until this day she won't forgive the wrong
And it's said here
Town and Country can no longer get along