I was born dirt poor on a dead end country road.
My every dream was to just grow up and [A]go.
Like a [D]siren song those bright lights call my [G]name.
So I [D]turned that country [A]road into memory [D]lane.
Well I hit that fast lane it was paved with gold.
But it wasnt long till my highbrow ways got [A]old.
I started [D]missin things that I thought I left beh[G]ind.
Till I [D]found two swingin [A]doors beneath a neon [D]sign.
Chorus
[A]They were wirlin and a twirlin to the fiddle's
and the steel gui[D]tars.
Them city folk was drinkin from mason [A]jars.
I [D]think I found what paradise might [G]be.
The [D]city put the [A]country back in [D]me.
Steel guitar and guitar Solo.
[D]When you leave this farm,
You don't have to clean your wounds.
Just go on home and slip off them cowboy [A]boots.
Now it's the[D] best of both worlds all I'll ever [G]need.
The [D]city put the [A]country back in [D]me.
Sing Chorus
[D]Yeah the city put the [A]country back in [D]me.
My every dream was to just grow up and [A]go.
Like a [D]siren song those bright lights call my [G]name.
So I [D]turned that country [A]road into memory [D]lane.
Well I hit that fast lane it was paved with gold.
But it wasnt long till my highbrow ways got [A]old.
I started [D]missin things that I thought I left beh[G]ind.
Till I [D]found two swingin [A]doors beneath a neon [D]sign.
Chorus
[A]They were wirlin and a twirlin to the fiddle's
and the steel gui[D]tars.
Them city folk was drinkin from mason [A]jars.
I [D]think I found what paradise might [G]be.
The [D]city put the [A]country back in [D]me.
Steel guitar and guitar Solo.
[D]When you leave this farm,
You don't have to clean your wounds.
Just go on home and slip off them cowboy [A]boots.
Now it's the[D] best of both worlds all I'll ever [G]need.
The [D]city put the [A]country back in [D]me.
Sing Chorus
[D]Yeah the city put the [A]country back in [D]me.
