Held a good job in the city Had a lay-off and they got poor me I feel so lowdown and disgusted Just can't find a way to make ends meet Take my baby by the hand, leave this town I know we'll make it, baby, longs as you stick around Go back to the country where the Southern crosses the Dog City folks they drive me crazy They're a-pushin' and a-shovin' all the time It's a ratrace for the money In their eyes you can see that dollar sign Take my baby by the hand, leave this town I know we'll make it, baby, longs as you stick around Go back to the country where the Southern crosses the Dog Go back, back to the country Go back, back to the country Go back to the country where the Southern crosses the Dog We'll get us some wheels Wave this city bye-bye All this smog and pollution You can never see the clear blue sky Take my baby by the hand, leave this town I know we'll make it, baby, longs as you stick around Go back to the country where the Southern crosses the DogTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
