Alan Jackson - Gone Country

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