Going back to simple livin'
Going back to whatever I was before
Gonna play some ball, some music
Ain't gonna rush no more-
'Cause I'm fond of the fun that I now lack;
I'm going back.
Why should I become a servant
Doin' work that I never did like no how.
This is a dream that someone else had,
I never dreamed 'til now.
And I'm scheming to get what I now lack...
I'm going back
Where love was made outdoors
And the summer time was fruitful
Gonna sell my car, and ride a horse
And leave the crowds, I knew it full well...
Going back to simple livin'
Going back to whatever I was before
Gonna play some ball, some music
Ain't gonna rush no more
No, I ain't gonna rush no more.