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 its 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
a while
why dont 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 cant have the the country blues
whoever said a city boy cant have the the country blues
whoever said a city boy cant have the the country blues
well honey they aint talked to me and you