Well I guess I'm moving on
 Out this city
 I'm so tired of leaving, tired of breathing dirt
 Well I packed all my things today
 Oh God! I could not stay!
 Country calling, yeah I got to leave LA
 Well I packed all my things today
 Oh God! I could not stay!
 Country calling, yeah I got to leave LA
 I'll be your man with strong arms, hold on
 I'll be your man with strong arms, hold on
 Love you, of you, anything that I would do!
 Would
 Now bring my country again
 Think I'm tasting clean air
 Pouring through the window
 Heading to the country, gonna raise a family there
 I'm a mess like you wouldn't believe
 All the stress I had to leave
 Now bring me the country
 Yeah, I've got to leave LA (coming on, coming on)
 This, where I was born
 All my life I called it my home
 Country calling, yeah I've got to leave LA
 This place where I was born
 You know I called it my home
 Oh, country calling, yeah I got to go away, away, away, away
 I'll be your man with strong arms, hold on
 I'll be your man with strong arms, hold on
 Love you, of you
 All I ask is here...