She's been playing
That room
On the strip
For ten years
In Vegas
Every night she looks
In the mirror
And she only ages
She's been readin'
Bout Nashville
And all the records
That everybody's
Buying
Says ''I'm a
Simple girl myself
''Grem 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 nem kind of suit
She's gone country
Here she comes
Well the folk scene's
Dead
But he's holding out
In the village
He's been
Writing songs
Speaking out against
Wealth and privilege
He says
''I don't 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 domn there
It's changed you see
They're not as backward
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 nem 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 piling up
And the pop scene
Just ain't on a rally
He says ''Honey
I'm a serious composer
Schooled in voice
And composition
''But mith 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 nem kind of suit
He's gone country
Here he comes
Yeah
He's gone country
A nem kind of malk
He's gone country
A nem 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 me've gone
Country
The mhole morld's
Gone country