Lyrics:

I never knew what smog was 'til I moved to LA They say it's the City of Angels, but they ain't no Saints If I spend one more day on this freeway I might snap 'Cause I can't take a breath and I can't see the crest of those mountains That lie in my path I've got to get back to the farm Where the cars aren't alarmed And the people are happy to see ya Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard And there's room to stretch out and relax My truck is gassed up and I'm packed I'm goin' back Hey lady, what color is that you've got in your hair Sorry dude, but that dress and high heels threw me for a second there The fact that don't even phase me is freakin' me out Am I gettin' used to these lunatics who can't discern between fiction and fact I've got to get back to the farm Where the cars aren't alarmed And the people are happy to see ya Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard And there's room to stretch out and relax My truck is gassed up and I'm packed I'm goin' back Goin' on back Windmills and dirt roads and bean fields, my kinfolk It don't get much better than that I've got to get back to the farm Where the cars aren't alarmed And the people are happy to see ya Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard And there's room to stretch out and relax My truck is gassed up and I'm packed I'm goin' back Goin' back Yeah, I'm goin' back Can't wait to get back Give me some more of that hee-haw!