One warm and sunny day within a shady nook,
I laid beneath a tree by a shady brook,
and dreamed I was a captain upon the mighty sea,
sailing upon the ocean within the salty breeze,
that I'd been to every port upon the foamy blue,
learned to speak in German, Spanish, and Italian too.
Then awoke and realized I was only me again,
and thought about the places I've never seen or been,
I looked around and went on down the road
I chose the road less traveled, chose the small town life,
chose myself a picket fence, and chose a country wife,
how small my pasture is, how small a fenced in place,
and a smile is on my face.