Gone Country



She's been playing in a room on a stripFor ten years in VegasEvery night she looks in the mirrorBut she only agesShe's been reading about Nashville and allThe records that everybody's buyingSays 'I'm a simple girl myselfGrew up on Long Island'So she packs her bags to try to her handSays this might be my last chance
She's gone country, look at then bootsShe's gone country, but to her rootsShe's gone country, a new kind of suitShe's gone country, here she comes
Well the folk scene is deadBut he's holding out in the villageHe's been writing songs speaking outAgainst wealth and privilegeHe says 'I dont believe in moneyBut a man could make him a killin'Cause some of that stuff dont soundMuch different than DylanI hear down there it's changed you seeThey're not as backwards as they used to be
He's gone country, look at then bootsHe's gone country, but to her rootsHe's gone country, a new kind of suitHe's gone country, here he comes
He commutes to LABut he's got a house in the valleyBut the bills are piling upAnd the pop scene just aint on the rallyHe says 'Honey I'm a serious composerSchooled in voice and compositionBut with the crime and the smog these daysThis aint no place for childrenLord it sounds so easy it shouldnt take longBe back in the money in no time at all'
He's gone country, look at then bootsHe's gone country, but to her rootsHe's gone country, a new kind of suitHe's gone country, here he comesYeah he's gone country, a new kind of walkHe's gone country, a new kind of talkHe's gone country, look at them bootsHe's gone country, oh back to his roots
He's gone countryHe's gone countryEverybody's gone countryYeah we've gone countryThe whole world's gone country