Letra de «Gone Country»
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 to 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 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 He says 'honey I'm a serious composer Schooled in voice and composition But with the crime and the smog these days This aint no place for children Lord it sounds so easy it shouldnt take long Be back in the money in no time at all'
He's gone country, look at them boots He's gone country, but 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
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 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 He says 'honey I'm a serious composer Schooled in voice and composition But with the crime and the smog these days This aint no place for children Lord it sounds so easy it shouldnt take long Be back in the money in no time at all'
He's gone country, look at them boots He's gone country, but 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
