I look out on the grave of New York City And to see some children playing in the snow Central Park in winter should look pretty But New York ain't a place for kids to grow And my mem'ry takes me back again to winters that I've seen Fields and wooden hills where snow could fall and keep its clean Where I'd awaken to the wonder of the Oklahoma morn City boy city boy country born
And I saw the garbage's scours plaugh up the river Filled with things New Yorkers throw away And I watch the skinny dippin' children and I shiver The Hudson River ain't no place to play And my mem'ry takes me back again to rivers that I've seen Lazy country rivers that just flow and feed the green You can fish 'em you can swim 'em you can drink 'em when you're warm City boy city boy country born
And I watch the hard eyed New York City mothers As they hurry home across the Brooklin Bridge To feed their children dixy cups of insatant coffee And a frozen TV dinners fom the fridge And my mem'ry takes me back again to dinners that I've seen Home cured crisped bacon buttered corn and country beans And a cup of mama's coffee cooking stoves that kept me warm City boy city boy country bornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
