alan jackson - gone country

Shes been playing in a room on a strip

For ten years in vegas

Every night she looks in the mirror

But she only ages

Shes been reading about nashville and all

The records that everybodys buying

Says Im 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

Shes gone country, look at them boots

Shes gone country, back to her roots

Shes gone country, a new kind of suit

Shes gone country, here she comes

Well the folk scene is dead

But hes holding out in the village

Hes 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 dont sound

Much different than dylan

I hear down there its changed you see

Theyre not as backwards as they used to be

Hes country, gone look at them boots

Hes gone country, back to his roots

Hes gone country, a new kind of suit

Hes gone country, here he comes

He commutes to la

But hes got a house in the valley

But the bills are piling up

And the pop scene just aint on the rally

He says honey Im 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

Hes gone country, look at them boots

Hes gone country, back to his roots

Hes gone country, a new kind of suit

Hes gone country, here he comes

Yeah hes gone country, a new kind of walk

Hes gone country, a new kind of talk

Hes gone country, look at them boots

Hes gone country, oh back to his roots

Hes gone country

Hes gone country

Everybodys gone country

Yeah weve gone country

The whole worlds gone country