No depression,

That country sound,

A true freedom,

All mine, all mine.

A gypsy smoke filled light in a dark world,

A voice in the wilderness,

A lone guitar,

A lone guitar song,

All can sing,

And make you cry,

Don’t call it nothing,

It keeps you sane,

No depression,

That country sound,

Perfection to see, again and again,

Perfect harmony,

Honey words and whispers,

I am in love again,

No doubt in my heart,

Find home,

Find forgiveness, and soul, and eyes of blue,

Hanging blue side of life,

And after all I see you in your little country town of dust,

With flowers in your naked hand,

A child again,

And I, a child too,

Young and free in a whisky orange air,

Looking through years and lines,

Lessons come hard sometimes,

And forever young was years ago,

But the sun is warm today,

The birds sing just the same,

No depression,

It is only me that has changed,

And leaned songs, and stories,

And life’s occasional treacheries,

And poems, and lies

And how to deal in demands, and still smile,

No depression,

That country sound heals,

The bread and wine take us back,

New again,

A true freedom,

And all that is past, is past,

Forget the flowers,

Forgive the giver,

I know you will,

Forgive me,

Hanging blue side of life now,

Forgive me,

The song is new again.