Lost My Country
I woke up one day
Asked myself why am I livin' this way
I woke up one day
And asked myself why am I livin' this way
I've done lost my country, where did it go?
I need to find my roots, Lord, heal my soul
Get me out of this city, back to the country
Where it really don't matter if you wear your shoes
Stuck here with these country blues
Concrete jungle got me goin' insane
Traffic 'round here will make you lose your brain
Can't drive a lick without hittin' your breaks
Movin' to the city was such a mistake
Everybody sippin' on their high-class booze
Everybody workin' for them red bottom shoes
I just wanna break on loose
But I'm stuck in the city with the country blues
I've done lost my country, where did it go?
I need to find my roots, Lord, heal my soul
Get me out of this city, back to the country
Where it really don't matter if you wear your shoes
Stuck here with these country blues
Haven't seen the stars in the sky in a while
And these boots don't fit much into style
And my truck just must be too damn loud
'Cause they're lookin' at me like they don't like the sound
The drinks that they drink ain't got much kick
Like a homemade brew we brew in the sticks
Everybody's got these stupid rules
But I'm stuck in the city with the country blues
I've done lost my country, where did it go?
I need to find my roots, Lord, heal my soul
Get me out of this city, back to the country
Where it really don't matter if you wear your shoes
Stuck here with these country blues
Creek walkin', honky-tonkin', everybody's friendly, everybody's talkin'
Need help? Help is on the way, don't matter if it's cattle or bailin' hay
Things a little slow in their country way, and they know hard works the only thing that pays
Hittin' dirt roads, gettin' mud on the tires, sittin' on the tailgate next to the fire
Sippin' on a brew, tellin' stories all day about the fish that we caught or the one that got away
Drink too much, get in a fight, come Sunday mornin', it'll be alright
Sing Amazing Grace, "How sweet the sound, I once was lost, now I'm found"
I've done lost my country, where did it go?
I need to find my roots, Lord, heal my soul
Get me out of this city, back to the country
Where it really don't matter if you wear your shoes
Stuck here with these country blues
I've done lost my country, where did it go?
I need to find my roots, Lord, heal my soul
Get me out of this city, back to the country
Where it really don't matter if you wear your shoes
Stuck here with these country blues
Asked myself why am I livin' this way
I woke up one day
And asked myself why am I livin' this way
I've done lost my country, where did it go?
I need to find my roots, Lord, heal my soul
Get me out of this city, back to the country
Where it really don't matter if you wear your shoes
Stuck here with these country blues
Concrete jungle got me goin' insane
Traffic 'round here will make you lose your brain
Can't drive a lick without hittin' your breaks
Movin' to the city was such a mistake
Everybody sippin' on their high-class booze
Everybody workin' for them red bottom shoes
I just wanna break on loose
But I'm stuck in the city with the country blues
I've done lost my country, where did it go?
I need to find my roots, Lord, heal my soul
Get me out of this city, back to the country
Where it really don't matter if you wear your shoes
Stuck here with these country blues
Haven't seen the stars in the sky in a while
And these boots don't fit much into style
And my truck just must be too damn loud
'Cause they're lookin' at me like they don't like the sound
The drinks that they drink ain't got much kick
Like a homemade brew we brew in the sticks
Everybody's got these stupid rules
But I'm stuck in the city with the country blues
I've done lost my country, where did it go?
I need to find my roots, Lord, heal my soul
Get me out of this city, back to the country
Where it really don't matter if you wear your shoes
Stuck here with these country blues
Creek walkin', honky-tonkin', everybody's friendly, everybody's talkin'
Need help? Help is on the way, don't matter if it's cattle or bailin' hay
Things a little slow in their country way, and they know hard works the only thing that pays
Hittin' dirt roads, gettin' mud on the tires, sittin' on the tailgate next to the fire
Sippin' on a brew, tellin' stories all day about the fish that we caught or the one that got away
Drink too much, get in a fight, come Sunday mornin', it'll be alright
Sing Amazing Grace, "How sweet the sound, I once was lost, now I'm found"
I've done lost my country, where did it go?
I need to find my roots, Lord, heal my soul
Get me out of this city, back to the country
Where it really don't matter if you wear your shoes
Stuck here with these country blues
I've done lost my country, where did it go?
I need to find my roots, Lord, heal my soul
Get me out of this city, back to the country
Where it really don't matter if you wear your shoes
Stuck here with these country blues
Credits
Writer(s): Isabella Garcia
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