Lyrics

Gonna load up the wagon ‘cause I’m overdue to get outta town
I’ve been too long in the big smoke and these city blues are getting’ me down
Gonna hit that northern highway and put some miles beneath my wheels
You gotta come from the country to understand how good it feels

I’m goin’ back to the country
Fix me up some bacon and beans
Gonna trade in this suit and shoes for a pair of boots and old blue jeans
Home to the people that let me be what I want to be
I’m goin’ back to the country
Honey you can’t take the country outta me

I’ll go and see Maria she’s always got her ear to the ground
She knows everything that’s goin’ on and bakes the finest biscuits in town
Then later in the evening when all the kids have been put to bed
We’ll play some country music and polish off some bottles of red (I said)

I’m goin’ back to the country
Tune me up my old mandolin
The way you play that fiddle girl, it sure is sounding sweeter than sin
That kind of music lets me be what I want to be
I’m goin’ back to the country
Honey you can’t take the country outta me

I wanna walk a country mile and feel the earth beneath my feet
Give me mother nature any day over a city street
‘Cause I’d trade you all very finest neon lights that money can buy
For a single night spent sleeping ‘neath the stars up in a country sky (and that’s why)