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 reading about Nashville, and all the records

That everybody's buyin'

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 killing

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 them boots

He's gone country

Lack to his roots

He's gone country

A new kind of suit

He's gone country

Here he comes

Well, 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

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