New york city is a thousand miles away And if you ask me, I'll tell you that's ok Now I'm not trying to put the big apple down 'cause they don't need a man like me in town I pick cotton down on the dixie line Work hard all day tryin' to make a dime But that's allright, that's ok by me 'cause that's the way that it was meant to be
Big city, hard times don't bother me I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be
I don't like smoke chokin' up my air And some of those city folks well they don't care I don't like cars buzzing around I don't even want a piece of concrete in my town I like sunshine, fresh clean air Makes me feel like you wouldn't care but That's all right, each to his own But one smell from the city And this country boy is gone Big city, hard times don't bother me I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be
Well, I don't want to even read about it
Let me tell you something, let me tell you true What's right for me might not be right for you Well, you live your way, I'll live mine And I hope that your happy all the time I pick cotton down on the dixie line Work hard all day tryin' to make a dime But that's all right, that's ok by me 'cause that's the way that it was supposed to be
Big city, hard times never bother me I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be
Let me tell ya, ... I said Big city, hard times never bother me I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be Ooh, that's my way, baby I don't want you to even tell me about the big city I don't want to read about it...
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