Alan Jackson – Gone Country Chords

She’s been playing that room on the strip for ten years in Vegas
Every night she looks in the mirror but she only ages
She’s been reading ’bout Nashville and all the records that everybody’s

Say’s I’m a simple girl myself grew up on Long Island
So she packs her bags to try her hand
Says this might be my last chance

She’s gone country, look at them boots
She’s gone country, back to her roots
She’s gone country, a new kind of suit
She’s gone country, here she comes

Well the folk scene’s dead, but he’s holding out in the village
He’s been writing songs, speaking out against wealth and privilege
He says I don’t believe in money, but a man could make him a killin’
Cause some of that stuff don’t sound much different than Dylan
I hear down there its changed you see
They’re not as backwards as they used to be

He’s gone country, look at them boots.
He’s gone country, back to his roots.
He’s gone country, a new kind of suit.
He’s gone country, here he comes…

He commutes to L.A., but he’s got a house in the valley
But the bills are piling up and the pop scene just ain’t on a rally
And he says honey I’m a serious composer schooled in voice and
But with the crime and the smog these days this ain’t no place for

Lord it sounds so easy, this shouldn’t take long
Be back in the money in no time at all

He’s gone country, look at them boots.
He’s gone country, back to his roots.
He’s gone country, a new kind of suit.
He’s gone country, here he comes…

Yeah he’s gone country, a new kind of walk
He’s gone country, a new kind of talk
He’s gone country, look at them boots
He’s gone country, aw back to his roots

He’s gone country
He’s gone country everybody’s
Gone country yeah we’ve gone
Country the whole world’s, gone country

We gone and fade…