She's been playin'
in a room on the Strip
for ten years in Vegas
Every night she looks
in the mirror
and she only ages
She's been readin' about
Nashville and all
the records
everybody's buyin'
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 holdin' out
in the village
He's been writin' songs
speakin' out against
wealth and privilege
He says 'I don't believe
in money but a man
can 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 L.A.
but he's got a house
in the valley
But the bills are pilin' 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
to get 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