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I'm going back to the country |
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City life's too slow |
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I'm sick of that 120 BPM funk and disco |
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I'm going eight-one-eighty |
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Break out the fiddle tunes |
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I'm still that barefoot lady howling up at full moons |
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And I'm gonna fly back to Wyoming |
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And never more my friends I'll go a-roaming |
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I'm gonna fly back to Laramie |
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Let Laramie take care of me till they bury me |
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I'm going back to the country |
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The big city's too small |
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I don't need more than one tree house |
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but there's none at all |
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I'm hanging up the tire swing |
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A hammock in the yard |
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I'll hear an angel choir sing as I wing countryward |
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And I'm gonna find me a country boy |
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And have a couple country kids, Leanne and Leroy |
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And we're gonna wind down those country roads |
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And sing and play the dulcimer till this world explodes |
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