gone country

Shes been playing in a room on a strip
For ten years in Vegas
Every night she looks in the mirror
But she only ages
Shes been reading about Nashville and all
The records that everybodys buying
Says Im 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
Shes gone country,look at them boots
Shes gone country,back to her roots
Shes gone country,a new kind of suit
Shes gone country,here she comes
Well the folk scene is dead
But hes holding out in the village
Hes 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 its changed you see
Theyre not as backwards as they used to be
Hes gone country,look at them boots
Hes gone country,back to his roots
Hes gone country,a new kind of suit
Hes gone country,here he comes
He commutes to LA
But hes got a house in the valley
But the bills are piling up
And the pop scene just aint on the rally
He says Honey Im 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
Hes gone country,look at them boots
Hes gone country,back to his roots
Hes gone country,a new kind of suit
Hes gone country,here he comes
Yeah hes gone country,a new kind of walk
Hes gone country ,a new kind of talk
Hes gone country,look at them boots
Hes gone country,oh back to his roots
Hes gone country
Hes gone country
Everybodys gone country
Yeah weve gone country
The whole worlds gone country