I`m Goin` Back — текст песни (Trace Adkins)

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!