Country Boy
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Oh, my father was a man that lived in the country
He was raised back up in the hills
He made his living pickin' good tar
And workin' in a cotton field
My mother was a lady that slaved in the kitchen
Cookin' food from her own backyard
And I was raised on buttermilk and cornbread
Boy, I was country born and bred
Every payday I'd go to the city
I would stay up 'til twelve o'clock
I'd spend money gamblin', jivin' with the women
And playin' records on the jukebox
But when I wake up and look around
I know I was a stupid clown
I'm gonna get myself together
I'm gonna leave this crazy town
I'm goin' back to the country
'Cause that's where I belong
I'ma go way up in the hills
And I ain't gonna never come down
I guess I have to live like my father did
And work by the sweat of my brow
Walk ninety miles a day
Behind a mule and a old rusty plow
Go to church every Sunday
I listen to what the preacher say
And I ain't goin' back to the city
Stayin' up 'til twelve o'clock
Spendin' money jivin' with the women, boy
And playin' records on the jukebox, uh-uh