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New York City she is a thousand miles away |
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And if you ask me, I'll tell you that's okay |
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Well I'm not trying to put your Big Apple down |
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They don't need a man like me in town |
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Well I pick cotton down on the Dixie line |
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I work all day just tryin' to make a dime |
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But that's alright, that's okay by me |
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'Cause that's the way that it was meant to be |
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Big city, hard times don't bother me |
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I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be |
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I don't like smoke chokin' up my air |
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And some of those city folks well they don't care |
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I don't like cars buzzing around |
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I don't even want a piece of concrete in my town |
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I like sunshine, fresh clean air |
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Makes me feel like you wouldn't care |
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But that's all right, each to his own |
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One smell from the city and this country boy is gone |
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I said, "Big city, hard times don't bother me |
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I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be" |
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Well, I don't want to even read about it |
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Let me tell you something, let me tell you true |
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What's right for me might not be right for you |
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Well, you live your way, I'll live mine |
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And I hope that your happy all the time |
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I pick cotton down on the Dixie line |
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I work all day tryin' to make a dime |
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But that's all right, that's okay by me |
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'Cause that's the way it was supposed to be |
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Big city, hard times never bother me |
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I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be |
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Let me tell ya I said |
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"Big city, hard times never bother me |
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I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be" |
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Oh, that's my way, baby |
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I don't want you to even tell me about the big city |
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I don't want to read about it |