Grayson Capps & The Stumpknockers - Back To The Country | Текст песни

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Comin' into Paris, France, Cimetiere du Pere-Lachaise,
where Oscar Wilde lies sleepin'
Top the Cathedral de Sacre-Coeur, all I kow is oh mon dieu,
the town is breathin'
And the street are dirty, like New Orleans is
And the women smell good
Don't you know
Don't you know
Don't you know
Comin' back to Amsterdam, a long ol' way from Birmingham, Alabama
Coffee shops and red light whores, devil's always at your door,
knockin' atcha
And the shows never end
Tonight I'll do it again
Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know
Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know

I'm going back to the country, cause country's what I am
Going back to the country, back to Alabama
Going to the country, eatin' cornbread and raisin' hell
Going back to the country, where my memory serves me well

Now it's time to catch a plane, to take a bus,
to catch a train to Salsamaggiore, Italy
Hangin' out with Romeo, the Prince and I know where to go,
back to ol' Everett and Donnie
And no matter where I roam
I'll always miss my home
Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know

Now I'm going back to the country, cause country's what I am
Going back to the country, back to Alabama
Going to the country, eatin' cornbread and raisin' hell
Going back to the country, where my memory serves me well

Now I'm going back to the country, cause country's what I am
Going back to the country, back to Alabama
Going to the country, eatin' cornbread and raisin' hell
Going back to the country, where my memory serves me well

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