The Good Life

they got tired of livin’ in an apple goin’ black went up the mad river valley & they never looked back way up the mountain over campbell ridge up an old loggin’ road . . ‘cross an old mill bridge they built a little house out of stone they found put their backs to the plow . . put their seeds in the ground water from the spring runnin’ plenty & good from a hardwood forest . . choppin’ fire from the wood oh . . they’re livin’ the good life oh . . they’re livin’ the good life they got bread in the oven, got books on the shelf they’re lookin’ deep into each others’ eyes & deep into themselves pursuin’ ideals with grace & style & they’re makin’ ends meet with their huckleberry guile oh . . they’re livin’ the good life oh . . they’re livin’ the good life way up the mountain over campbell ridge up an old loggin’ road . . ‘cross an old mill bridge they built a little house out of stone they found put their backs to the plow and their seeds in the ground they’ve got the power of the sun . . the strength of the soil they’re findin’ peace in their hearts & faith in their toil oh . . they’re livin’ the good life oh . . they’re livin’ the good life oh . . they’re livin’ the good life