Gonna move up to the country Paint my mailbox blue Paint some trailin' vines and dew Well, come here, baby Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand Put some flowers on it, baby You know I'm leavin' LA, baby Don't you know this smog's got me down? I'm

You’re so money, money, money You got a country road Carolina soul Baby you’re just so homegrown Ooh, I dig the way that you move You shake it down to your roots I did your momma teach you how to do that thing you do Yeah, nothing sweeter than wild I’ll

You live in the city You move to the country You live in the hills You stay by yourself You evade all wickedness Still some people they brand you yeah Just because you are rasta You evade all company When you check them in the new spying glass