Going To The Country
Going to the country
Where the city cannot touch me
No sound of passing cars
No drunks from closing bars
You see the stars each night
Far from those city lights
And you fall asleep to the sound of peace and quiet
In the city
My heart
Its fears contained
I want to set it free again
Out on some prairie wind
Jack hammers in my brain
Are slowly driving me insane
So I'm going to the country
Oh I'm going to the country
In the city
I get the feeling something isn't right
There's gunshots every night
Dead bodies beneath the street light
And there's no jobs that pay
So we can afford to get away
And go to the country
going to the country
Yes
And in the country
I will think of you
And that city life we knew
Everyday the danger grew
And how you tried to care
But you got used to living scared
Wasting all your days
Amongst the fear of baseball craze
Deaf to the sound
Of another building falling down
Blind to the black man's blood
Being covered up with mud
And the mississippi flood keeps on rising
Well I'm going
Yes I'm going
Oh I'm going to the country
Well I'm going
Yes I'm going
Now I'm going
Oh I'm going
Going to the country
Going to the country
I'm going to the country
Oh I'm going to the country
Where the city cannot touch me
No sound of passing cars
No drunks from closing bars
You see the stars each night
Far from those city lights
And you fall asleep to the sound of peace and quiet
In the city
My heart
Its fears contained
I want to set it free again
Out on some prairie wind
Jack hammers in my brain
Are slowly driving me insane
So I'm going to the country
Oh I'm going to the country
In the city
I get the feeling something isn't right
There's gunshots every night
Dead bodies beneath the street light
And there's no jobs that pay
So we can afford to get away
And go to the country
going to the country
Yes
And in the country
I will think of you
And that city life we knew
Everyday the danger grew
And how you tried to care
But you got used to living scared
Wasting all your days
Amongst the fear of baseball craze
Deaf to the sound
Of another building falling down
Blind to the black man's blood
Being covered up with mud
And the mississippi flood keeps on rising
Well I'm going
Yes I'm going
Oh I'm going to the country
Well I'm going
Yes I'm going
Now I'm going
Oh I'm going
Going to the country
Going to the country
I'm going to the country
Oh I'm going to the country
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Writer(s): Pokey Lafarge
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