Jackson Alan - Gone Country lyrics

She's been playin' 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 readin' 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 to 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 is dead

But he's holdin' out in the village

He's been writin' songs speakin' 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 don't 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

Well, he commutes to LA

But he's got a house in the valley

But the bills are pilin' 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

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, backt 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

[Thanks to SB for lyrics]