King Of The County Line - Wyatt McCoy

Verse 1 He drives an old truck with a dent in the door, And a radio that only plays songs from before, There’s a dog on the seat and a hat on his head, And a toolbox that rattles wherever he treads, Every morning at seven he’s out on the road, Helping friends and strangers with a troublesome load. Chorus He’s the king of the county line, Though he never wears a crown, With a helping hand and a heart so kind, He’s the richest man in town. Verse 2 He’ll pull your car free from the deep winter snow, Fix the roof of a barn when the hard north winds blow, He’ll carry your groceries right to your door, Then say with a smile, “That’s what neighbours are for,” He never asks payment or waits for applause, He just does what he does for the simplest of cause. Chorus He’s the king of the county line, Though he never wears a crown, With a helping hand and a heart so kind, He’s the richest man in town. Verse 3 Years ago he had dreams of a Nashville career, He could sing like an angel and play by the ear, But his father fell ill and the farm needed care, So he stayed with his family and always was there, Though the big city stages were never his fate, He still sings every Friday by the old garden gate. Chorus He’s the king of the county line, Though he never wears a crown, With a helping hand and a heart so kind, He’s the richest man in town. Verse 4 When his old truck gave up on a warm summer day, Half the town came together and carried it away, They returned it next morning all polished and new, With a sign on the back saying, “Thank you from you-know-who,” He wiped at his eyes as he started the ride, With the whole little county all cheering outside. Chorus He’s the king of the county line, Though he never wears a crown, With a helping hand and a heart so kind, He’s the richest man in town. With a helping hand and a heart so kind, He’s the richest man in town. © Hebocom