Gone Country

She's been playing 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 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'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 down there it's changed, you see

Well, they're not as backward as they used to be

He's gone country, look at his 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 piling up and the pop scene just ain't on the rally

And 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, this 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 county

The whole world's gone country

We gone