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I was born dirt poor on a dead end country road My every dream was to just grow up and go Like a siren song those bright lights called my name So I turned that country road into memory lane Well, I hit that fast lane, it was paved with gold But it wasn't long 'til my highbrow ways got old I started missin' things that I thought I had left behind 'Til I found two swingin' doors underneath the neon sign They were whirlin' and twirlin' to the fiddles and the steel guitar Them city folk was drinkin' from Mason jars I think I found what paradise might be (Ooo) The city put the country back in me When you leave the farm, you don't have to leave your room Just go on home and slip on them cowboy boots Now it's the best of both worlds, all I'll ever need The city put the country back in me They were whirlin' and twirlin' to the fiddles and the steel guitar Them city folk was drinkin' from Mason jars Well, I think I found what paradise might be (Ooo) The city put the country back in me Yea, the city put the country back in me