Текст песни The City Put The Country Back In Me, Neal McCoy

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(Mike Geiger/Woody Mullis/Michael Huffman)

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