Going To the Country
City life can get you down
Sometimes you want to get out of town
Time for a change time to rearrange
Time to get over feeling so strange
Waking up on one morning
Now is the time to heed the warning
Taking the train on into the hills
Now’s the time to cure my ills
Going to the country
That’s the place I want to be
Going to the country
That’s the place to set me free
Give me a field give me valley
Put me next to the sea so that I can have an ally
Smell the grass after the rain
Maybe then I can ease my pain
There’s too many bars and too many lights
And all the noises that come in the night
It’s not safe in the street and not safe in your room
In the shadows of the buildings not a flower will bloom
Going back to the country
That’s the place I need to be
Going back to the country
That’s the place to set me free
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