Yeah, he's gone country, a new kind of walk
He says, "I don't believe in money
But she only ages
She's been reading about Nashville
Much different than Dylan"
He's gone country, a new kind of talk
She's gone country, back to her roots
Grew up on Long Island
But he's holding out in the village
She's been playing in a room on a strip
He says, "Honey I'm a serious composer
And all the records that everybody's buying
He commutes to LA
He's gone country, look at them boots
Against wealth and privilege
So she packs her bags to try her hand
Publishers: POLYGRAM INT'L MUSIC PUBG GROUP, RANGER BOB MUSIC
'Cause some of that stuff don't sound
Lord it sounds so easy it shouldn't take long
But he's got a house in the valley
He's gone country, here he comes
He's gone country, here he comes
They're not as backwards as they used to be
He's gone country, a new kind of suit
He's gone country
I hear down there it's changed you see
He's gone country, look at them boots
The whole world's gone country
He's gone country, oh, back to his roots
For ten years in Vegas
Be back in the money in no time at all
Says this might be my last chance
Well the folk scene is dead
He's gone country, back to his roots
She's gone country, look at them boots
Every night she looks in the mirror
Yeah, we've gone country
But a man could make him a killin'
Schooled in voice and composition
He's gone country
He's gone country, a new kind of suit
But with the crime and the smog these days
He's gone country, look at them boots
Songwriter: Bob Mcdill
She's gone country, here she comes
But the bills are piling up
Everybody's gone country
Says I'm a simple girl myself
This ain't no place for children"
And the pop scene just ain't on the rally
He's gone country, back to his roots
He's been writing songs speaking out
She's gone country, a new kind of suit