Sorry dude but that dress and high heels threw me for a second there
Windmills and dirt roads and bean fields, my kinfolk

And there's room to stretch out and relax
Give me some more of that hee haw
And my truck is gassed up and I'm packed, I'm goin' back, goin' on back
Who can't discern between fiction and fact
And the people are happy to see you

And the people are happy to see you

Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard
Yeah, I'm goin' back
Of those mountains that lie in my path
Am I gettin' used to these lunatics

'Cause I can't take a breath and I can't see the crest
Can't wait to get back to the farm, where the cars aren't alarmed
And my truck is gassed up and I'm packed, I'm goin' back, goin' back
If I spend one more day on this freeway I might snap
And there's room to stretch out and relax
I've got to get back to the farm, where the cars aren't alarmed
Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard
Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard
I've got to get back to the farm, where the cars aren't alarmed
Hey lady, what color is that you've got in your hair
Can't wait to get back
The fact that don't even phase me is freakin' me out
My truck is gassed up and I'm packed, I'm goin' back
And there's room to stretch out and relax
And the people are happy to see you
It don't get much better than that