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Well I guess I'm moving on out this city
I'm so tired of leaving, tired of breathing dirt
Well, I packed all my things today
Oh God, I could not stay
Country calling, yeah I got to leave L.A.
Well, I packed all my things today
Oh God, I could not stay
Country calling, yeah I got to leave L.A.
I'll be your man with strong arms, hold on
I'll be your man with strong arms, hold on
Love you, of you
Anything that I might do
I want to be in the country again
Think I'm tasting clean air pouring through the window
Heading to the country, gonna raise a family there
I'm a mess like you wouldn't believe
All the stress, I had to leave
Now bring me the country, yeah, I've got to leave L.A.
This, where I was born
All my life I called it my home
Country calling, yeah I've got to leave L.A.
This place where I was born
You know I called it my home
Oh, country calling, I got to go away, away, away, away
I'll be your man with strong arms, hold on
I'll be your man with strong arms, hold on
Love you, of you
All I ask is here