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Well I been sinking like a rock in this high society ' |
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Cause all that means so much to them, don't mean shit to me |
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If I were in to money, fame and power, |
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I'd be sold |
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But I know |
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I tried, and |
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I just can't find that solid country gold |
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But now I was born in |
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Nashville but |
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I left there long ago ' |
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Cause they built music city by sacrificing soul |
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L.A. ain't much different, accept they got them fancy clothes |
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And there's nary a sight or a leaving light of solid country gold ' |
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Cause they say country music ain't quite all it used to be |
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But they can't see the country for all the goddamned trees |
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If you give me to a guitar and my woman on the road |
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I'll give to you my family, my solid country gold alright |
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Now baby I been thinking 'bout where you and |
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I should go |
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You sell your apartment, and |
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I'll shake off my load |
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We'll take it down to |
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Texas where we'll kiss that yellow rose |
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And find ourselves some loving in solid country gold |
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Well they say country music ain't quite all it used to be |
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But they can't see the country for all the goddamned trees |
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If you give me to a guitar and my woman on the road |
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I'll give to you my family, my solid country gold |
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Oh 'cause they say country music ain't quite all it used to be |
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They can't see the country for all the goddamned trees |
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And if you give me to a guitar and my woman on the road |
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I'll give to you my family, my solid country gold yeah |
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Yes, I'll give to you my family, my solid country gold, alright |
