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
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