Goin' Back To The Country

I'm going back to the country

City life's too slow

I'm sick of that 120 BPM funk and disco

I'm going eight-one-eighty

Break out the fiddle tunes

I'm still that barefoot lady howling up at full moons

And I'm gonna fly back to Wyoming

And never more my friends I'll go a-roaming

I'm gonna fly back to Laramie

Let Laramie take care of me till they bury me

I'm going back to the country

The big city's too small

I don't need more than one tree house but there's none at all

I'm hanging up the tire swing

A hammock in the yard

I'll hear an angel choir sing as I wing countryward

And I'm gonna find me a country boy

And have a couple country kids, Leanne and Leroy

And we're gonna wind down those country roads

And sing and play the dulcimer till this world explodes