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Alan Jackson
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Gone Country
作词:Bob Mcdill
She's been playing in a room on a strip For ten years in Vegas Every night she looks in the mirror But she only ages She's been reading about 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, a new kind of suit She's gone country, here she comes
Well the folk scene is dead But he's holding out in the village He's been writing songs speaking out Against wealth and privilege
He says, '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 They're not as backwards as they used to be
He's gone country, look at them boots He's gone country, back to his roots 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 He's gone country, a new kind of suit He's gone country, here he comes
He commutes to LA But he's got a house in the valley But the bills are piling up And the pop scene just ain't on the 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 it 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, 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, 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
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