Goin' To The Country

Livin' in the land of the dead hay Blind in the burned-out street Garbage everywhere Everybody's fightin' for a bigger piece of me The whole thing's lame, it's killin' my brain Guess it's just who I am I'll keep the rumble of the old dirt road You can keep the traffic jam Goin' to the country Goin' to the country Gonna lick off milk and honey And work a piece of land Blend it in the springtime Cann it for the cold time Way up on the high line Gettin' back to where I been Hey Well, I've been in the crowd, just tryna get out For a very long time indeed Lookin' for a home where I can grow My pretty little wildwood weed Gonna get me a farm with a horse and a barn And plant 15 acres a week I been livin' off the grid and smokin' on some licks Come harvest, have a big ol' feast Yeah, goin' to the country Goin' to the country Gonna lick off milk and honey And work a piece of land Blend it in the springtime Cann it for the cold time Way up on the high line Gettin' back to where I been Livin' in the country Gettin' back to where I been