Song Lyrics  Gone Country lyrics
She s been playing in a room on a strip
For ten years in Vegas
And 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 to 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 don t 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 her roots
He s gone country, a new kind of suit
He s gone country, here he comes

He commutes to L.A.
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
And 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 her 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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