I'm gonna move to the city The country's too slow I want pretty things in magazines I'm gonna buy some clothes I'm gonna move to the country The city's too fast I want open fields to earn my meals I'm gonna buy some land And when you see me I'll be there, I promise you You want to lead with all your stones in my shoes The weary travel he isn't too hard to suit ♪ So, I'll walk into the woods Just to show I can And the willow tree will harbor me And from the top I'll see just where I am Let's cut the damn tree down It blocks my view But from the top it'd be the perfect spot But I'll cut it on down with a chop, chop, chop And when you see me I'll be there, I promise you You want to lead with all your stones in my shoes The weary travel he isn't too hard to suit