Song Description
Tired of corporate, city life, the singer is dreaming of going to his rural, country home.
| Song Length |
4:37 |
Genre |
Country - General |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Stressed, Blissful |
Subject |
Frustration, Home |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Corporate America, I don't think it's me.
All these suits and ties, No sincerity.
Ain't that the way it is? In this place.
The boss is mad at me, He says numbers are down.
Anymore E-mail, I thnk I'm gonna drown.
Ain't that the way it is? In this place.
We gotta get ourselves out of this rat race.
Chorus:
I long for that big wide-open sky.
Where paintbrush and bluebonnets color my mind.
That place where my Daddy taught me to be a man. (take a stand)
Back to the Good Land
Verrse 2:
They talk all about their cars, Their little foreign sedans.
There's nothing real in here, Not even their tans.
Ain't that the way it is? In this place.
Friends of the environment, They like to hug their trees.
Politically correct, But I don't cross my T's like them.
No, not in this place,
We got to get ourselves out of this rat race.
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Solo:
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