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I didn't adapt to air conditioning
With these tall buildings and elevator
With car noise, pollution
I didn't adapt to this thing called subway

I miss the drop of my horse
The smell of cattle and my grandfather
And the little mountain where I was raised
And the rooster's crow that always woke me up

I miss the drop of my horse
The smell of cattle and my grandfather
And the little mountain where I was raised
And the rooster's crow that always woke me up

I'm going back to my backcountry
To where I grew up
I'll leave this city here, I didn't get used to it

I'm going back to my backcountry
To where I grew up
Open the gate, grandpa, let him know I'm back