Goin' Back to the Country

I'm going back to the country

City life's too slow

I'm sick of that 120 BPM punk and disco

I'm doing a one-eighty

Break out the fiddle tunes

I'm still that fair folk lady howling up at the 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