Looks like the city's a-goin' country
And the only thing that's still the same
Is that ever-changing wind

That dusty, winding country road that Daddy used to drive
It's a 4-lane highway now, speed limit 65
There's a streetlight where my Momma's flowers used to grow
And that burning cotton field we hoed is a drive-in show

Looks like the city's a-goin' country
They're selling gasoline out in the plains
Yes, the city's a-goin' country
And the only thing that's still the same
Is that ever-changing wind

Now there's a shopping center where my Grandpa used to plow
He'd turn over in his grave if he seen them pastures now
They cut the mountain halfway down to let the highway through
Now the sun comes up hours before the good Lord meant it to

Looks like the city's a-goin' country
They're trading cars where we brought the cattle in
Yes, the city's a-goin' country
And the only thing that's still the same
Is that ever-changing wind