A Day in the Country - Dean Martin

Oh, there’s nothin' as gay

As a day in the country

Under the wonderful skies

For a city bred feller

Field full of yeller

Is quite a delightful surprise

For a couple of travelin' guys

Oh, you don’t have to pay

For a day in the country

It’s old mother nature who buys

And while we keep goin'

The breezes are blowin'

The cigarette smoke from our eyes

I hear beautiful melodies played by an old water mill

And a little red barn is spinning a yarn to the daffodils

Up on the hill

Oh, there’s nothin' as gay

As a day in the country

Here’s where I really belong

A Hobo hob-no-bin'

With bluebirds and robin

We warble a merry old song

And go rollio, rollio

Rollio, rollio

Rollio, rolli, along

How I envy the fellers who live by a shady nook

And the cute little guy who’s casting a fly

At a trout leaping out of a brook

Oh there’s nothin' as gay

As a day in the country

Far from the maddening throng

Just grab a valise full

And go where it’s peaceful

And try vocalizing a song

While you’re rollio, rollio

Rollio, rollio

Rollio, rolli, along