Текст песни The City Put The Country Back In Me, Neal McCoy
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I was born dirt poor on a dead end country road My every dream was to just grow up and go Like a siren song those bright lights called my name So I turned that country road into memory lane Well I hit that fast lane it was paved with gold But it wasn t long til my highbrow ways got old I started missing things that I thought I d left behind Til I found two swinging doors neath the neon sign They were whirling and a twirling to the fiddles and a steel guitar Them city folk was drinking from Mason jars I think I found what paradise might be The city put the country back in me When you leave the farm you don t have to leave your room Just go on home and slip on them cowboy boots Now it s the best of both worlds all I ll ever need The city put the country back in me They were whirling and a twirling to the fiddles and a steel guitar Them city folk was drinking from Mason jars I think I found what paradise might be The city put the country back in me Yeah the city put the country back in me |