Country Boy

I may look like a city slicker,
 Shinin' up through his shoes.
 Underneath I'm just a cotton picker,
 Pickin' out a mess of blues.
 Show me where I start.
 Find a horse and cart.
 I'm just a country boy,
 Country boy at heart.
 I may look like a bank teller,
 Pushing facts in a file.
 But I'd rather be a haul collar,
 Shooing foot home in style.
 Show me where I start.
 Find a horse and cart.
 I'm just a country boy,
 Country boy at heart.
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 I may look like a city slicker,
 Shinin' up through his shoes.
 Underneath I'm just a cotton picker,
 Pickin' out a mess of blues.
 Show me where I start.
 Find a horse and cart.
 I'm just a country boy,
 Country boy at heart.
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