Verse 1 I used to wake up in Beverly Hills, Palm trees swayin' and expensive bills, Had a valet bring my Cadillac around, Never saw a mud puddle anywhere in town. I had a house with a view so fine, A swimming pool and a bottle of wine, Then one day I said, “Let's simplify,” Next thing I know there's a possum in my eye. Chorus Well, I went from Beverly Hills to the Ozarks, From Rodeo Drive to a road made of dirt, Traded my Gucci for a pair of boots, And my fancy little shoes for some muddy roots. Yeah, I went from the lap of luxury To sticks and twigs and a whole lotta trees, I thought I was movin' down in the world— Turns out the world's just got more fleas! Verse 2 Back in L.A., I had a personal chef, Now I got a cast-iron skillet and nothin' left. I used to order sushi right to my door, Now my neighbor says, “Boy, you ever shot a squirrel before?” I had a manicurist every other week, Now I got splinters where my fingernails used to be. I used to get massages underneath the sun, Now I'm swattin' mosquitoes with a shovel for fun. Chorus Yeah, I went from Beverly Hills to the Ozarks, From limousines to a rusty old truck, From rooftop parties to sittin' on the porch, Wonderin' why the raccoon keeps stealin' my torch. I traded champagne for sweet tea, Hollywood stars for a sky I can see, I thought I was movin' down in the world— But these hillbillies might be savin' me! Bridge There's no valet, There's no spa, There's something growlin' underneath my car. No fancy maître d' sayin', “Table for two,” Just Earl yellin', “Hey! The possum's back in the stew!” And I'll tell you somethin' I never knew— You don't need a mansion when the sunset's free, You don't need Beverly Hills When you've got a front porch and a billion trees. Final Chorus I went from Beverly Hills to the Ozarks, And Lord, what a beautiful wreck, I lost my designer clothes somewhere in the woods, But I found a whole lotta somethin' money never could. So raise that mason jar, let that banjo ring, I'm a city boy learnin' how to do country things, I thought I left paradise when I crossed that line— Turns out paradise just had a gravel driveway. Tag: Yeah, I went from Beverly Hills to the Ozarks... “Honey, where's the valet?” “Valet?” “Yeah.” “Boy... that's a goat.”
