I'm gonna move back to the country, gonna live out in the woods
All the hustle and this bustle, it ain't doing me no good
This job feels like a prison, this cubicle's a cell
I can almost smell the sulfur, I swear this must be Hell
Gonna ditch this suit and tie, go buy some overalls
Go find myself a little town, without a shopping mall
Eat lunch at some diner, get an extra slice of pie
If I don't leave this city soon I swear I'm gonna die
I'll wash my clothes on Sunday, hang 'em outside on a line
If they smell like hay and honeysuckle, you know that I don't mind
I'm gonna get myself a dog, and a rusty pickup truck
One day I'll leave this city boys, without a backward look
I'm gonna move out to the country, gonna live out in the woods
I'm gonna get back to my raisin', and start living like I should.
Time to slow down and start breathing, put a smile back on my face
This old rat has had all he wants, of this old rat race.
Bigdumbhick - Move Back to the Country (Live Version 09-22-2018 with Doug Baker) Lyrics
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I'm gonna move back to the country, gonna live out in the woods
All the hustle and this bustle, it ain't doing me no good
This job feels like a prison, this cubicle's a cell
I can almost smell the sulfur, I swear this must be Hell
Gonna ditch this suit and tie, go buy some overalls
Go find myself a little town, without a shopping mall
Eat lunch at some diner, get an extra slice of pie
If I don't leave this city soon I swear I'm gonna die
I'll wash my clothes on Sunday, hang 'em outside on a line
If they smell like hay and honeysuckle, you know that I don't mind
I'm gonna get myself a dog, and a rusty pickup truck
One day I'll leave this city boys, without a backward look
I'm gonna move out to the country, gonna live out in the woods
I'm gonna get back to my raisin', and start living like I should.
Time to slow down and start breathing, put a smile back on my face
This old rat has had all he wants, of this old rat race.
All the hustle and this bustle, it ain't doing me no good
This job feels like a prison, this cubicle's a cell
I can almost smell the sulfur, I swear this must be Hell
Gonna ditch this suit and tie, go buy some overalls
Go find myself a little town, without a shopping mall
Eat lunch at some diner, get an extra slice of pie
If I don't leave this city soon I swear I'm gonna die
I'll wash my clothes on Sunday, hang 'em outside on a line
If they smell like hay and honeysuckle, you know that I don't mind
I'm gonna get myself a dog, and a rusty pickup truck
One day I'll leave this city boys, without a backward look
I'm gonna move out to the country, gonna live out in the woods
I'm gonna get back to my raisin', and start living like I should.
Time to slow down and start breathing, put a smile back on my face
This old rat has had all he wants, of this old rat race.
Writer: Jeff Wall
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