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Alan Jackson

She's Gone Country

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She's Gone Country
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About "She's Gone Country" by Alan Jackson

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Alan Jackson – She's Gone Country Lyrics

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She's been playin' in a room on the strip.
For ten years in Vegas
Every night she looks in the mirror,
And she only ages
She's been readin' 'bout Nashville on the records,
That everybody's buyin'
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 'dem boots
She's gone country,
Back to her roots
She's gone country,
A new kinda suit
She's gone country,
Here she comes

Well the folk seems dead,
But he's holdin' out in the village
He's been writing songs,
Speakin' out against wealth and privilege
He says, "I don't believe in money, but a man can make him a killin'"
Cause, some of that stuff don't sound much different then Dylan

I hear down there,
It's changed you see,
They're not as backward as they used to be

He's gone country,
Look at 'dem boots
He's gone country,
Back to his roots
He's gone country,
A new kinda' suit
He's gone country,
Here he comes

He commutes to L.A.,
But he's gotta house in the valley
But the bills are pilin' up,
And the crop scene just ain't on the rally
He says, "Honey I'm a serious compose, good in voice and composition"
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
He'll be back in the money,
In no time at all

He's gone country,
Look at 'dem boots
He's gone country,
Back to his roots
He's gone country,
A new kinda' suit
He's gone country,
Here he comes

Yaah, he's gone country,
A new kind of walk
He's gone country,
A new kinda of talk
He's gone country,
Look at 'dem 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
We gone

SONGWRITERS:
MCDILL, BOB
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