She's been playin' in a 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 on the records, That everybody's buyin' 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 'dem boots She's gone country, Back to her roots She's gone country, A new kinda suit She's gone country, Here she comes Well the folk seems dead, But he's holdin' out in the village He's been writing songs, Speakin' out against wealth and privilege He says, "I don't believe in money, but a man can make him a killin'" Cause, some of that stuff don't sound much different then Dylan I hear down there, It's changed you see, They're not as backward as they used to be He's gone country, Look at 'dem boots He's gone country, Back to his roots He's gone country, A new kinda' suit He's gone country, Here he comes He commutes to L.A., But he's gotta house in the valley But the bills are pilin' up, And the crop scene just ain't on the rally He says, "Honey I'm a serious compose, good in voice and composition" With the crime and the smog these days, This ain't no place for children Lord it sounds so easy, It shouldn't take long He'll be back in the money, In no time at all He's gone country, Look at 'dem boots He's gone country, Back to his roots He's gone country, A new kinda' suit He's gone country, Here he comes Yaah, he's gone country, A new kind of walk He's gone country, A new kinda of talk He's gone country, Look at 'dem boots He's gone country, Oh, 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 We gone