Standard (EADGBE)

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 reading 'bout Nashville and all the records that everybody's

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buying

 Say's 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

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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

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 its 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

 He's gone country, a new kind of suit

 He's gone country, here he comes

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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

And he says honey I'm a serious composer schooled in voice and

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composition

But with the crime and the smog these days this ain't no place for

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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, a new kind of suit

 He's gone country, here he comes

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 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, aw 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