Well im goin down to the river Ive got a canepole in my hand Ive got my redworms in a maxwell house coffee can I'm gonna sit under ashade tree on a riverbank where it's cool Im gonna close my and dream and let that cork bob away my blues
Well i wake up every mornin i pick peaches all day And on saturday night we'll have a dance or two we might waller in the hay Now the only thing that ever whipped my pa Was this bad dude called old age And his last years was his best years And this is what he had to say
He siad boy ive worked this dirt all my life but things aint been good for Awhile Why don't you move to the city make alittle money you might be the first one in The family ever to die with a smile Well i took his advice things goin well But my friends are far and few But whoever said a city boy can't have the the country blues Whoever said a city boy can't have the the country blues Whoever said a city boy can't have the the country blues Well honey they aint talked to me and youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
