Gone Country Lyrics by Alan Jackson

Gone Country Lyrics

    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 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 dont 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 his roots
    He's gone country, a new kind of suit
    He's gone country, here 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 ain't 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 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 his 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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