Gone Country - Alan Jackson

She's been playing in a room on a strip

For ten years in vegas

Every night she looks in the mirror

But she only ages

She's been reading about nashville and all

The records that everybodys 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 is dead

But hes holding out in the village

Hes been writing songs speaking out

Against wealth and privilege

He says i don't 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 its changed you see

Theyre not as backwards as they used to be

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

He commutes to la

But hes 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 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