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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
They don't need, a man like me in town
Well, I pick cotton, down on the Dixie line
I work all day, tryin' to make a dime
But that's alright, 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 ... I said
Big city, hard times, never 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 you're happy, all the time
I pick cotton, down on the Dixie line
I 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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