Goin' Back to the Country

I'm going back to the country
 City life's too slow
 I'm sick of that 120 BPM funk and disco
 I'm doing a one-eighty
 Break out the fiddle tunes
 I'm still that barefoot lady howling up at full moons
 And I'm gonna fly back to Wyoming
 And never more my friends I'll go a-roaming
 I'm gonna fly back to Laramie
 Let Laramie take care of me till they bury me
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 I'm going back to the country
 The big city's too small
 I don't need more than one tree house but there's none at all
 I'm hanging up the tire swing
 A hammock in the yard
 I'll hear an angel choir sing as I wing countryward
 And I'm gonna find me a country boy
 And have a couple country kids, Leanne and Leroy
 And we're gonna wind down those country roads
 And sing and play the dulcimer till this world explodes