Alan Jackson - Gone Country Lyrics
Shes been playing in a room on a stripFor ten years in vegasEvery night she looks in the mirrorBut she only agesShes been reading about nashville and allThe records that everybodys buyingSays Im a simple girl myselfGrew up on long islandSo she packs her bags to try her handSays this might be my last chanceShes gone country, look at them bootsShes gone country, back to her rootsShes gone country, a new kind of suitShes gone country, here she comesWell the folk scene is deadBut hes holding out in the villageHes been writing songs speaking outAgainst wealth and privilegeHe says i dont believe in moneyBut a man could make him a killinCause some of that stuff dont soundMuch different than dylanI hear down there its changed you seeTheyre not as backwards as they used to beHes gone country, look at them bootsHes gone country, back to his rootsHes gone country, a new kind of suitHes gone country, here he comesHe commutes to laBut hes got a house in the valleyBut the bills are piling upAnd the pop scene just aint on the rallyHe says honey Im a serious composerSchooled in voice and compositionBut with the crime and the smog these daysThis aint no place for childrenLord it sounds so easy it shouldnt take longBe back in the money in no time at allHes gone country, look at them bootsHes gone country, back to his rootsHes gone country, a new kind of suitHes gone country, here he comesYeah hes gone country, a new kind of walkHes gone country, a new kind of talkHes gone country, look at them bootsHes gone country, oh back to his rootsHes gone countryHes gone countryEverybodys gone countryYeah weve gone countryThe whole worlds gone country
