I'm Goin' Back lyrics

I never knew what smog was 'til I moved to LA

They say it's the City of Angels, but they ain't no saints

If I spend one more day on this freeway I might snap

'Coz I can't take a breath and I can't see the crest of these mountians

That lie in my path

Chours:

I've got to get back to the farm

Where the cars aren't alarmed

And the people are happy to see ya

Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard

And there's room to stretch out and relax

My truck is gassed up and I'm packed

I'm going back

Hey lady, what colour is that you've got in your hair

Sorry dude, but that dress and high heels threw me for a second there

The fact that that don't even phase me is freakin' out

Am I getting used to these lunatics who can't disceren between fiction

And fact

Chours:

I've got to get back to the farm

Where the cars aren't alarmed

And the people are happy to see ya

Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard

And there's room to stretch out and relax

My truck is gassed up and I'm packed

I'm going back

Going on back

Windmills and dirt roads and bean fields, my kinfolk

It don't get much better than that

Chours:

I've got to get back to the farm

Where the cars aren't alarmed

And the people are happy to see ya

Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard

And there's room to stretch out and relax

My truck is gassed up and I'm packed

I'm going back

Yeah, I'm going back

Can't wait to get back

Give me some more of that hee-haw!