Well, now goodbye (Goodbye), big city I'll sure be glad to get out I'm gonna plant my roots in rural America And change my street to a mailing route A bib overhaul, an office for a stall A dollar for a dime I'm gonna get me a plow (Get me a plow), a sow and a cow And farm you off of my mind Play it, Randy Yes, and goodbye (Goodbye), pretty mama I've had your liberation up to my knees It's almost as bad as your price for pleasure That you got on New York's 42nd Street But diamonds and furs and fancy hors d'oeuvres Never fit my style I'm gonna get me a plow (Get me a plow), a sow and a cow And farm you off of my mind Play it, Ben Yes, and goodbye (Goodbye), cruel world I'll see you on the six o'clock news Yes, I know it's always bad But you're always good for a story or two They tell me you're dying, I don't know But you're sure unkind I'm gonna get me a plow (Get me a plow), a sow and a cow And farm you off of my mind I'm gonna get me a plow (Get me a plow), a sow and a cow And farm you off of my mind I'm gonna get me a plow (Get me a plow) And farm you off of my mind