Lyric I m Goin Back

I never knew what smog was til I moved to LA
They say it s the City of Angels, but there 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 those mountains
That lie in my path

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 goin 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 don t even phase me is freakin me out
Am I gettin used to these lunatics who can t discern between friction and fact

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 goin back

Goin on back
Windmills and dirt roads and bean fields, my kinfolk
It don t get much better than that

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 goin back

Yeah, I m goin back
Can t wait to get back
Give me some more of that hee-haw!