Trace Adkins › Lyrics › I'm Goin' Back

I never knew what smog was 'til I moved to L.A.
They say it's the 'City of Angels' but there 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 you
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 you
Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard
And there's room to stretch out and relax
And 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

Can't wait to get back to the farm, where the cars aren't alarmed
And the people are happy to see you
Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard
And there's room to stretch out and relax
And 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