Alan Jackson - Gone Country

Lyrics To Gone Country by 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 everybody's buying 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 then boots She's gone country, but 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 holding out in the village He's 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 it's changed you see They're not as backwards as they used to be He's gone country, look at then boots He's gone country, but to her roots [Gone Country lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com] He's gone country, a new kind of suit He's gone country, here he comes He commutes to LA But he's got a house in the valley But the bills are piling up And the pop scene just aint 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 aint no place for children Lord it sounds so easy it shouldnt take long Be back in the money in no time at all' He's gone country, look at then boots He's gone country, but to her 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