Maybe...

 As winter stops our dreams dead in
their tracks, I ponder Springtime and
road trips to come...and pimping my pull...

 Not everyone could live like this,
but those wild at heart, can dream
of the solitude and the silence,
this is what stirs our soul,
the silence within...
don't know if I can...but,
I'm willin' to try.

 Shack love...this is paradise to me,
a front porch and a rocker,
no neighbors, no traffic, living large
thinkin' small...I think that's why
the open road has such an appeal to it...

 a free spirit, a loner...
my brother said to me tonight,
we need to find you a good man...
cough, cough...
well, you know how that went down!

 no, we need to find me some good ol'
granny boots...a man...NOT SO MUCH!!!
UNLESS...

 maybe not...

 but that's what it'd take for me to consider it...
a man who's not afraid to get dirty,
a hard worker(in the fields)
a good carpenter
and a good shot with a muzzle loader...
someone like me...

a free spirit, wants to live off the land,
break away from society, lesson the footprint,
split wood for the stove, drink hot, strong coffee
with homemade biscuits and jam in front
of the fire with a good book
and conversation...not a husband,
but a friend...
another soul in search of a song,
a song of the love of the land
and a day in the life...

naaaaaaaa...I'll just hire it done!!!