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 till my highbrow ways got old
I started missing things that I thought I'd left behind
Till 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
