Gone Country |
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Gone Country Lyrics |
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 She`s been playing in a room on a stripFor ten years in Vegas Every night she looks in the mirror But she only ages She`s been reading about Nashville and all The records that everybody`s buying Says `I`m a simple girl myself Grew up on Long Island` So she packs her bags to try her hand Says this might be my last chance She`s gone country, look at them boots She`s gone country, back to her roots She`s gone country, a new kind of suit She`s gone country, here she comes Well the folk scene is dead But he`s holding out in the village He`s been writing songs speaking out Against wealth and privilege He says `I dont believe in money But a man could make him a killin` Cause some of that stuff don`t sound Much different than Dylan I hear down there it`s changed you see They`re not as backwards as they used to be` He`s gone country, look at them boots He`s gone country, back to his roots He`s gone country, a new kind of suit He`s gone country, here he comes He commutes to LA But he`s got a house in the valley But the bills are piling up And the pop scene just ain`t on the rally He says `Honey I`m a serious composer Schooled in voice and composition But with the crime and the smog these days This ain`t no place for children Lord it sounds so easy it shouldn`t take long Be back in the money in no time at all` He`s gone country, look at them boots He`s gone country, back to his roots He`s gone country, a new kind of suit He`s gone country, here he comes Yeah he`s gone country, a new kind of walk He`s gone country, a new kind of talk He`s gone country, look at them boots He`s gone country, oh back to his roots He`s gone country He`s gone country Everybody`s gone country Yeah we`ve gone country The whole world`s gone country |
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