Magnetic Fields (The)
Goin' Back To The Country
I'm going back to the countryCity life's too slowI'm sick of that 120 BPM funk and discoI'm doing a one-eightyBreak out the fiddle tunesI'm still that barefoot lady howling up at full moonsAnd I'm gonna fly back to WyomingAnd never more my friends I'll go a-roamingI'm gonna fly back to LaramieLet Laramie take care of me till they bury meI'm going back to the countryThe big city's too smallI don't need more than one tree house but there's none at allI'm hanging up the tire swingA hammock in the yardI'll hear an angel choir sing as I wing countrywardAnd I'm gonna find me a country boyAnd have a couple country kids, Leanne and LeroyAnd we're gonna wind down those country roadsAnd sing and play the dulcimer till this world explodes
From Letras Mania