Going up the country

 




Compuesta en 1928 del bluesman  Henry Thomas adaptada por la banda estadounidense Canned Heat (on the road again).


Canción divertida que reivindica salir de la ciudad y volver al campo.


Letras

I'm going up the country

Baby, don't you wanna go?

I'm going up the country

Baby, don't you wanna go?

I'm going to some place

Where I've never been before

I'm going, I'm going

Where the water tastes like wine

I'm going where the water tastes like wine

We can jump in the water

Stay drunk all the time

I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away

I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away

All this fussing and fighting, man, you know I sure can't stay

Now baby, pack your leaving trunk, you know we've got to leave today

Just exactly where we're going I cannot say

But we might even leave the U.S.A.

'Cause there's a brand new game that I wanna play

No use of you running or screaming and crying

'Cause you've got a home, man

Long as I've got mine


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