Hailey Whitters - Gone Country lyrics
[Hailey Whitters - Gone Country lyrics]
She's been playing that room on the
Strip for ten years in Vegas
Every night she looks in the
Mirror and she only ages
She’s been readin' 'bout Nashville and all
The records that everybody’s buyin'
Says, I'm a simple girl myself
I 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's dead
And he’s holding out in the Village
He’s been writin' songs and speakin’
Out against wealth and privilege
He says, now 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 it's changed, you see
Well, 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, yeah
He commutes to LA
But he's got a house in the Valley
And 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
With the crime and the smog these days
This ain't no place for children
Lord, it sounds so easy
This 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 back to his roots
He's gone country a new kind of suit
He's gone country here he comes, yeah
Yeah, he's gone country a new kind of walk
He's gone country a new kind of talk
He's gone country
Oh, well look at them boots
He's gone country yeah, back to his roots
He's gone country yeah, he's gone country
Everybody's gone country we've gone county
The whole world's gone country
Strip for ten years in Vegas
Every night she looks in the
Mirror and she only ages
She’s been readin' 'bout Nashville and all
The records that everybody’s buyin'
Says, I'm a simple girl myself
I 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's dead
And he’s holding out in the Village
He’s been writin' songs and speakin’
Out against wealth and privilege
He says, now 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 it's changed, you see
Well, 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, yeah
He commutes to LA
But he's got a house in the Valley
And 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
With the crime and the smog these days
This ain't no place for children
Lord, it sounds so easy
This 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 back to his roots
He's gone country a new kind of suit
He's gone country here he comes, yeah
Yeah, he's gone country a new kind of walk
He's gone country a new kind of talk
He's gone country
Oh, well look at them boots
He's gone country yeah, back to his roots
He's gone country yeah, he's gone country
Everybody's gone country we've gone county
The whole world's gone country