Well, Mama thinks I'm made out of money
Daddy thinks we need more time
Sister's got her own opinion,
Caught her on the other line
I ain't trying to say they're crazy
I don't wanna say they're wrong
I ain't trying to complicate it
I just wanna sing my song

So long to the city life
So long to the neon sign
I'm gone
I'll trade the trouble, and this drive
for the country life

If I could get in touch with my cousin
maybe we could go away for awhile
If we ever wanna come back
Girl, you know we're gonna be back in style
Twenty-seven hours later
We could buy a couple bottles of wine
We don't need the conversation
'Cause tonight, we're going back in time

so long to the city life
so long to the neon sign
I'm gone
I'll trade the trouble, and this drive

so long to the city life
so long to the neon sign
I'm gone
I'll trade the trouble, and this drive
for the country life