GCD (riff)
She's been playing that room on the strip for ten years in Vegas
GCD (riff)
Every night she looks in the mirror but she only ages
GCD
(riff)
She's been reading 'bout Nashville and all the records that
everybody's buying
GCD (riff)
Says I'm a simple girl myself grew up on Long Island
EmD
So she packs her bags to try her hand
EmD
Says this might be my last chance
first chorus: GCD
She's gone country, look at them boots
GCD
She's gone country, back to her roots
GCD
She's gone country, a new kind of suit
Em NC
She's gone country, here she comes
GCD
Well the folk scene's dead, but he's holding out in the village
GCD
He's been writing songs, speaking out against wealth and privilege
GCD
He says I don't believe in money, but a man could make him a killin'
GCD
Cause some of that stuff don't sound much different than Dylan
EmD
I hear down there it's changed you see
EmD
They're not as backwards as they used to be
second chorus:
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
He commutes to L.A., but he's got a house in the valley
But the bills are pilling up and the pop scene just ain't on a rally
He says honey I'm a serious composer schooled in voice and composition
But 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
second chorus third chorus:
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, 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