Is there still room at the top for a country girl
Is there still a place for good old fashioned ways
Can this modern, complex world
Understand a simple girl
Or shall I sing forever of yesterday?

I sang my song on the mountaintop
The wind and the trees kept time with me
I sang my song in the valley below
And all the little birds sang my melody
I sang my song to my sweet Lord above
And He let the angels sing with me
The gates of Heaven
He threw open wide
But the world shut its door to my melody

Is there still room at the top for a country girl
Is there still a place for good old fashioned ways
Can this modern, complex world
Understand a simple girl
Or shall I sing forever of yesterday?

I won’t muddy my stream of inspiration for a meal
I won’t cast my pearls before swine
I’d rather starve to death
Than to later regret
That I sold my soul for a dime
Is there still room at the top for a country girl
Is there still a place for good old fashioned ways
Can this modern, complex world
Understand a simple girl
Or shall I sing forever of yesterday?