เนื้อเพลง Gone Country - Alan Jackson

She's been playing
that room on the strip
for ten years in Vegas
Every night she looks
in the mirror
but she only ages
She's been readin'
'bout 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 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,
new kind of suit
She's gone country,
here she comes
....
Well the folk scene's dead
but he's holding out
in the village
He's been writing songs,
speaking out against
wealth and privilege
I don't believe in money,
but a man could make
himself a killin'
'Cause some of that
stuff don't sound much
different than Dylan
I hear down there
it's changed you see
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,
new kind of suit
He's gone country,
here he comes
........
He commutes to LA
but he's got a house
in the valley
Bills are piling up
the pop scene
just ain't on a rally
Says, Honey,
I'm a serious composer
schooled in voice
and composition
With the crime
and 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,
new kind of suit
He's gone country,
here he comes
....
He's gone country
He's gone country
Yeah, he's gone country,
new kind of walk
He's gone country,
new kind of talk
He's gone country,
look at them boots
He's gone country,
oh back to his roots