Quotes About Rural

Hee Haw was probably my biggest exposure to live music at a young age, because there wasn't any live music around my town and no one in my family played instruments.

This is the way to hear music, I think, surrounded by rolling hills and farmlands, under a big sky.

I was introduced to country music around a campfire on a farm.

At night in the country, you'd be surprised how that music carries. You could hear my guitar way before you get to the house, and you could hear the peoples hollerin' and screamin'.

I grew up in the country surrounded by music.

Country music originates with the colloquial, rural aspects of white America. It's really, truly, rural white America's blues.

I'm a country girl. I have to be in nature, so my daughter is exposed to it a lot.

Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.

Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.

I want to retreat back to living off the land and just being in nature, experiencing life in the most pure, natural way possible.

I really love nature. I grew up in the country. But one of the things about nature is that it is beautiful but it's also very dangerous.

The peasant is the only species of human being who doesn't like the country and never looks at it.

Remote villages and rural communities have lost their identity, and their charm and peace have been sacrificed to that worst of abominations, the automobile.

Every year the hunters shot cows and horses and family pets and each other. And unbelievably, they sometimes shot themselves, perhaps in a psychotic episode where they mistook themselves for dinner

There is no gilding of setting sun or glamor of poetry to light up the ferocious and endless toil of the farmers' wives.

Rural poetry is the pleasure ground of those who live in cities.

Never answer a question from a farmer.

Politics is based on social identity, and so, again, there is going to be differences between rural and urban and between left and right.

Never kick a cow chip on a hot day.

And I made a rural pen,And I stain'd the water clear,And I wrote my happy songsEvery child may joy to hear.

God made the country, and man made the town.

Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.

The tide of life, swift always in its course, May run in cities with a brisker force, But nowhere with a current so serene, Or half so clear, as in the rural scene.

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