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You called me |
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Country Willie, the night you walked away |
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With the one who promised you a life of joy |
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You thought my life too simple and yours was much too gay |
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To spend it living with a country boy |
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I'm writing you this letter, |
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I write you every day |
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I hope that you've received the ones before |
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But I've heard not one word from you and every day |
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I prayThat you will not forget your country boy |
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While you're living in the city with riches 'round your door |
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Is this your love, is this your kind of joy |
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Or do you find there's something missing, does your heart cry out for more |
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And do you sometimes miss your country boy |
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A cottage in the country with roses 'round the door |
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Could not compete with flashing city lights |
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But it's all |
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I have to offer except for one thing more |
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A heart so filled with love that it could die |
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Well it's time to end this letter, the light of dawn is near |
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A lonely night has passed but there'll be more |
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Just one more thing in closing for all the world to hear |
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Come home, |
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I love you signed your country boy |
