I was born dirt poor on a dead end country road.
My every dream was to just grow up and go.
Like a siren song those bright lights call my name.
So I turned that country road into memory lane.
Well I hit that fast lane it was paved with gold.
But it wasnt long till my highbrow ways got old.
I started missin things that I thought I left behind.
Till I found two swingin doors beneath a neon sign.
They were wirlin and a twirlin to the fiddle's
and the steel guitars.
Them city folk was drinkin from mason jars.
I think I found what paradise might be.
The city put the country back in me.
Steel guitar and guitar Solo.
When you leave this farm,
You don't have to clean your wounds.
Just go on home and slip off them cowboy boots.
Now it's the best of both worlds all I'll ever need.
The city put the country back in me.
Sing Chorus
Yeah the city put the country back in me.