[Intro] I never knew what smog was till I moved to L.A They say its the City of Angels, but they aint no Saints If I spend one more day on this freeway I might snap Cause I cant take a breath and I cant see the crest of those mountains that lie in my path [Chorus] Ive got to get back to the farm, where the cars arent alarmed And the people are happy to see ya Where the worlds biggest stars hang above my backyard And theres room to stretch out and relax My truck is gassed up and Im packed Im goin back [Verse 2] Hey lady, what color is that youve got in your hair Sorry dude, but that dress and high heels threw me for a second there The fact that dont even phase me is freakin me out Am I gettin used to these lunatics who cant discern between fiction and fact [Chorus] Ive got to get back to the farm, where the cars arent alarmed And the people are happy to see ya Where the worlds biggest stars hang above my backyard And theres room to stretch out and relax My truck is gassed up and Im packed Im goin back [Bridge] Going on back Windmills and dirt roads, and bean fields, my kinfolk It dont get much better than that [Chorus] Ive got to get back to the farm, where the cars arent alarmed And the people are happy to see you Where the worlds biggest stars hang above my backyard And theres room to stretch out and relax My truck is gassed up and Im packed Im goin back [Outro] Goin back Yeah, Im goin back Cant wait to get back Give me some more of that heehaw!
alarmed, gassed, back, relax, goin