Gone Country lyrics

Gone Country (Bob McDill)
from the album Who I Am

She's been playin' that room on the strip for ten years in Vegas
Every night she looks in the mirror, but she only ages
She's been readin' 'bout 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 holdin' out in the village
He's been writing songs, speakin' out against wealth and privilage
He says, "I don't beleive in money, but a man could make him a killin'"
Cause, some of that stuff dont sound much different than Dylan
I hear down there, it's changed you see,
They're not as backward 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 comutes 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 ain't no place for children
Lord it sounds so easy, it 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 country
The whole world's gone country

We gone