Back To The Country

I have a picture painted in my head
Now suddenly
It's a crazy crazy world that makes no sense to me
So I sit and I hear that song
Telling me to move on
Back to the country

Why not go back to the country
Where I might find a friend to be good to me
And stop me from falling
And make the good times last
So life can move on
Why not go back to the country

I used to run the motor down
Now it's junk in the yard
Whatever you did to me
Took away the money
Now I hear that song

Telling me to move on

Back to the country

Why not go back to the country

Where I might find a friend to be good to me

And stop me from falling

And make the good times last

So life can move on

Why not go back to the country