He said I grew up near Witchitaw.
In a Mayberry kinda town.
He never liked overalls,
Or hauling hay till sundown.
He said he dreamed about L.A.
As he plowed away on an old John Deere.
I said boy let me warn ya,
In southern California,
There's some fast trains here.
You're not in Kansas anymore.
Can't be to careful that's for sure.
The city lights will lead you on.
Morning comes and they'll be gone.
So write my number on your wall.
And call me anytime at all.
I'm so happy now boy,
You're not in Kansas anymore.
He said do you know where Carson lives?
So we drove up to Malibu.
Cruising down Sunset Strip
Oh I let him steal a kiss or two.
Under the Hollywood sign,
I tried to hide a smile as I whispered low.
I wanna be the first to tell ya,
Here we say Rodeo not rodeo.
You're not in Kansas anymore.
Can't be to careful that's for sure.
The city lights will lead you on.
Morning comes and they'll be gone.
So write my number on your wall.
And call me anytime at all.
I'm so happy now boy,
You're not in Kansas anymore.
I'm so happy now boy,
You're not in Kansas anymore!
