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