I'm Goin' Back

I'm Goin' Back - Trace Adkins

I never knew what smog was

'Til I moved to LA

They say it's the City of Angels

But they ain't no Saints

If I spend one more day

On this freeway I might snap

'Cause I can't take a breath

And I can't see the crest

Of those mountains

That lie in my path

I've got to get back to the farm

Where the cars aren't alarmed

And the people are happy to see ya

Where the world's biggest stars

Hang above my backyard

And there's room

To stretch out and relax

My truck is gassed up

And I'm packed

I'm goin' back

Hey lady what color is

That you've got in your hair

Sorry dude

But that dress and high heels

Threw me for a second there

The fact that don't even phase me

Is freakin' me out

Am I gettin' used to these lunatics

Who can't discern

Between fiction and fact

I've got to get back to the farm

Where the cars aren't alarmed

And the people are happy to see ya

Where the world's biggest stars

Hang above my backyard

And there's room

To stretch out and relax

My truck is gassed up and I'm packed

I'm goin' back

Goin' on back

Windmills and dirt roads

And bean fields

My kinfolk

It don't get much better than that

I can't wait to get back to the farm

Where the cars aren't alarmed

And the people are happy to see ya

Where the world's biggest stars

Hang above my backyard

And there's room

To stretch out and relax

My truck is gassed up

And I'm packed

I'm goin' back

Goin' back

Yeah I'm goin' back

Can't wait to get back

Give me some more of that hee-haw