Your Poet-Sage for the Week, The group known as Canned Heat:

I'm going up the country, babe don't you wanna go
I'm going up the country, babe don't you wanna go

I'm going to some place where I've never been before
I'm going, I'm going where the water tastes like wine

Well I'm going where the water tastes like wine
We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time

I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away

All this fussing and fighting, man, you know I sure can't stay
Now baby, pack your leaving trunk, you know we've got to leave today

Just exactly where we're going I cannot say, but We might even leave
the USA 'Cause there's a brand new game that I want to play

No use of you running, or screaming and crying
'Cause you've got a home as long as I've got mine

(I am a big fan, I have all their works on 8-Tracks that I often listen to while sitting in my Red 1972 Trans Am which has been parked out in the backyard since the transmission went out back in '85)

I am,

JQP