D
I was born dirt poor on a dead end country road.
A
My every dream was to just grow up and go.
D G
Like a siren song those bright lights call my name.
D A D
So I turned that country road into memory lane.
Well I hit that fast lane it was paved with gold.
A
But it wasnt long till my highbrow ways got old.
D G
I started missin things that I thought I left behind.
D A D
Till I found two swingin doors beneath a neon sign.
A
They were wirlin and a twirlin to the fiddle's
D
and the steel guitars.
A
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Them city folk was drinkin from mason jars.
D G
I think I found what paradise might be.
D A D
The city put the country back in me.
Steel guitar and guitar Solo.
D
When you leave this farm,
You don't have to clean your wounds.
A
Just go on home and slip off them cowboy boots.
D G
Now it's the best of both worlds all I'll ever need.
D A D
The city put the country back in me.
Sing Chorus
D A D
Yeah the city put the country back in me.
