Everybody's gone country
The records that everybody's buying
Well the folk scene is dead
Yeah we've gone country
She's gone country, a new kind of suit
Be back in the money in no time at all
He's gone country, look at them boots
And the pop scene just ain't on the rally
So she packs her bags to try to her hand
He's gone country
He's gone country
And he says, "Honey I'm a serious composer
He's gone country, here he comes
Grew up on long island"
Lord, it sounds so easy, it shouldn't take long
But he's got a house in the valley
But a man could make him a killin'"
He's gone country, back to her roots
And every night she looks in the mirror
They're not as backwards as they used to be
'Cause some of that stuff don't sound
But she only ages
Yeah, he's gone country, a new kind of walk
This ain't no place for children
He's been writing songs speaking out
She's gone country, here she comes
But he's holding out in the village
He says, "I don't believe in money
She's gone country, back to her roots
Says, "I'm a simple girl myself
He's gone country, back to her roots
He's gone country, a new kind of suit
He's gone country, here he comes
He's gone country, look at them boots
He's gone country, a new kind of suit
He commutes to L.A.
Schooled in voice and composition"
I hear down there it's changed you see
Says, "This might be my last chance"
But with the crime and the smog these days
But the bills are piling up
She's gone country, look at them boots
He's gone country, look at them boots
She's been reading about Nashville and all
Much different than Dylan
Against wealth and privilege
He's gone country, a new kind of talk
He's gone country, oh, back to his roots
