The City Put the Country Back in Me - Neal McCoy

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 called my name

So I turned that country road into memory lane

Well I hit that fast lane it was paved with gold

But it wasn’t long 'til my highbrow ways got old

I started missing things that I thought I’d left behind

'Til I found two swinging doors 'neath the neon sign

They were whirling and a twirling to the fiddles and a steel guitar

Them city folk was drinking from Mason jars

I think I found what paradise might be

The city put the country back in me

When you leave the farm you don’t have to leave your room

Just go on home and slip on them cowboy boots

Now it’s the best of both worlds all I’ll ever need

The city put the country back in me

They were whirling and a twirling to the fiddles and a steel guitar

Them city folk was drinking from Mason jars

I think I found what paradise might be

The city put the country back in me

Yeah the city put the country back in me