She s been playing in a room on a strip
For 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 to her hand
Says this might be my last chance
She s gone countrylook at then boots
She s gone countrybut to her roots
She s gone countrya new kind of suit
She s gone countryhere 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 dont 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 countrylook at then boots
He s gone countrybut to her roots
He s gone countrya new kind of suit
He s gone countryhere 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 aint 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 aint no place for children
Lord it sounds so easy it shouldnt take long
Be back in the money in no time at all
He s gone countrylook at then boots
He s gone countrybut to her roots
He s gone countrya new kind of suit
He s gone countryhere he comes
Yeah he s gone countrya new kind of walk
He s gone countrya new kind of talk
He s gone countrylook at them boots
He s gone countryoh 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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