Lyrics

Well I don't think I like the city No it don't appeal to me at all I used to think it could be pretty I thought that it could give me What I've been waiting on I think I'll head out to the country Where I got friends to call my own Lord there's nothing here to keep me This rambling heart will lead me I guess I'll get on up and go So I'm gonna spend my time with a woman that I'm loving Gonna raise a little hell with the good old boys Lord there's nothing here that's ever gonna please me So I'll take my things and head on down the road Head on Made my share of bad decisions And I spent some nights out on the road But a man of my position Or the state of my condition See I got somewhere to go I'm gonna spend my time with a woman that I'm loving Gonna raise a little hell with the good old boys Lord there's nothing here that's ever gonna please me So I'll take my things and head on down the road No, no No, no Head on Gonna beat my drum till the day I'm dead and gone And its a lonely road that I'm on Gonna beat my drum till the day I'm dead and gone And its a lonely road that I'm on On, that I'm on I'm gonna spend my time with a woman that I'm loving Gonna raise a little hell with the good old boys Lord there's nothing here that's ever gonna please me So I'll take my things and head on down the road No, no No, no Head on Head on Head on Head on
Writer(s): Jonathan O'neal, Zachry Chance Bearden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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