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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 her handSays this might be my last chanceShe's gone country, look at them bootsShe's gone country, back to her rootsShe's gone country, a new kind of suitShe's gone country, here she comesWell the folk scene is deadBut he's holding out in the villageHe's been writing songs speaking outAgainst wealth and privilegeHe says 'i don't believe in moneyBut a man could make him a killin'Cause some of that stuff don't 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 them bootsHe's gone country, back to his rootsHe's gone country, a new kind of suitHe's gone country, here he comesHe commutes to laBut he's got a house in the valleyBut the bills are piling upAnd the pop scene just ain't on the rallyHe says 'honey I'm a serious composerSchooled in voice and compositionBut with the crime and the smog these daysThis ain't no place for childrenLord it sounds so easy it shouldn't take longBe back in the money in no time at all'He's gone country, look at them bootsHe's gone country, back to his 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 rootsHe's gone countryHe's gone countryEverybody's gone countryYeah we've gone countryThe whole world's 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 her handSays this might be my last chanceShe's gone country, look at them bootsShe's gone country, back to her rootsShe's gone country, a new kind of suitShe's gone country, here she comesWell the folk scene is deadBut he's holding out in the villageHe's been writing songs speaking outAgainst wealth and privilegeHe says 'i don't believe in moneyBut a man could make him a killin'Cause some of that stuff don't 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 them bootsHe's gone country, back to his rootsHe's gone country, a new kind of suitHe's gone country, here he comesHe commutes to laBut he's got a house in the valleyBut the bills are piling upAnd the pop scene just ain't on the rallyHe says 'honey I'm a serious composerSchooled in voice and compositionBut with the crime and the smog these daysThis ain't no place for childrenLord it sounds so easy it shouldn't take longBe back in the money in no time at all'He's gone country, look at them bootsHe's gone country, back to his 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 rootsHe's gone countryHe's gone countryEverybody's gone countryYeah we've gone countryThe whole world's gone country
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