I never knew what smog was 'til I moved to LA 
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 friction 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 
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 
My truck is gassed up and I'm packed 
I'm goin' back 

Yeah, I'm goin' back 
Can't wait to get back 

Give me some more of that hee-haw!