---

Spinning my wheels at this day job
I’m Wasting away at this desk
My boss keeps staring and I’m way past caring
I sure need the money, not the stress

Stuck in the subway, it smells weird
Too many people in here
Stealing my air, messed up my hair I wish I could just disappear

Take me back to Montana, where people know my name
Or the wilds of Alberta, anywhere anyplace
Where the boys don’t cry, look you straight in the eye and
they don’t mind their hands getting dirty
take me outta the city

too many rules, too much make up
too many guys on the prowl
with nothing to say they just get in my way
playing their hip hop to loud

Take me back to Montana, where people know my name
Or the wilds of Alberta, anywhere anyplace
Where the boys don’t cry, look you straight in the eye and
they don’t mind their hands getting dirty
take get me outta the city

The scent of the trees and the birds and the bees
Feel the warmth of the sun on my face
Mud on my knees, magnolia breeze
I can’t get enough of this place

I'm trading the concrete for dirt roads
Leaving the towers for fields
The boys with gelled hair they can stay over there
I wanna man, not a mouse, he's gotta be real!

Take me back to Montana, where people know my name
Or the wilds of Alberta, anywhere anyplace
Where the boys don’t cry, look you straight in the eye and
they don’t mind their hands getting dirty
take get me outta the city
take get me outta the city
take get me outta the city

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.