I never knew what smog was 'till I moved to LA They say it's the City of Angels, but they ain't no saints If I spend one more day on this freeway I might snap 'Cause I can't take a breath and I can't see the crest of these mountians That lie in my path
Chours: I've got to get back to the farm Where the cars aren't alarmed And the people are happy to see ya Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard And there's room to stretch out and relax My truck is gassed up and I'm packed I'm going back
Hey lady, what color is that you've got in your hair Sorry dude, but that dress and high heels threw me for a second there The fact that that don't even phase me is freakin' out Am I getting used to these lunatics who can't disceren between fiction And fact
Chours: I've got to get back to the farm Where the cars aren't alarmed And the people are happy to see ya Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard And there's room to stretch out and relax My truck is gassed up and I'm packed I'm going back
Going on back Windmills and dirt roads and bean fields, my kinfolk It don't get much better than that
Chours: I've got to get back to the farm Where the cars aren't alarmed And the people are happy to see ya Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard And there's room to stretch out and relax My truck is gassed up and I'm packed I'm going back
Yeah, I'm going back Can't wait to get back Give me some more of that hee-haw!
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Chours: I've got to get back to the farm Where the cars aren't alarmed And the people are happy to see ya Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard And there's room to stretch out and relax My truck is gassed up and I'm packed I'm going back
Hey lady, what color is that you've got in your hair Sorry dude, but that dress and high heels threw me for a second there The fact that that don't even phase me is freakin' out Am I getting used to these lunatics who can't disceren between fiction And fact
Chours: I've got to get back to the farm Where the cars aren't alarmed And the people are happy to see ya Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard And there's room to stretch out and relax My truck is gassed up and I'm packed I'm going back
Going on back Windmills and dirt roads and bean fields, my kinfolk It don't get much better than that
Chours: I've got to get back to the farm Where the cars aren't alarmed And the people are happy to see ya Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard And there's room to stretch out and relax My truck is gassed up and I'm packed I'm going back
Yeah, I'm going back Can't wait to get back Give me some more of that hee-haw!
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