I never knew what smog was 'til I moved to LA
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They say it's the City of Angels, but they ain't no Saints
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If I spend one more day on this freeway I might snap
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'Cause I can't take a breath and I can't see the crest of those mountains
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That lie in my path
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I've got to get back to the farm
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Where the cars aren't alarmed
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And the people are happy to see ya
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Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard
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And there's room to stretch out and relax
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My truck is gassed up and I'm packed
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I'm goin' back
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Hey lady, what color is that you've got in your hair
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Sorry dude, but that dress and high heels threw me for a second there
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The fact that don't even phase me is freakin' me out
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Am I gettin' used to these lunatics who can't discern between fiction and fact
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I've got to get back to the farm
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Where the cars aren't alarmed
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And the people are happy to see ya
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Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard
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And there's room to stretch out and relax
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My truck is gassed up and I'm packed
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I'm goin' back
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Goin' on back
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Windmills and dirt roads and bean fields, my kinfolk
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It don't get much better than that
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I've got to get back to the farm
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Where the cars aren't alarmed
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And the people are happy to see ya
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Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard
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And there's room to stretch out and relax
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My truck is gassed up and I'm packed
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I'm goin' back
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Goin' back
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Yeah, I'm goin' back
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Can't wait to get back
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Give me some more of that hee-haw!
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I'm Goin' Back
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| Trace Adkins |
