Country boy, ain't got no shoes Country boy, ain't got no blues Well, you work all day while you're waitin' to play In the sun and the sand, with a face that's tan But at the end of the day, when your work is done You ain't got nothin' but fun
Country boy, you got a shaggy dog Country boy, up a hollow log Well, he comes in a run, when you pick up your gun And with a shell or two, and your dog and you When you get your rabbit, you'll skin his hide He's gonna be good fried
Country boy, you got alot to lose Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes
Country boy, ain't got no ills Country boy, don't owe no bills You get a wiggly worm and then you watch him squirm While you put him on a hook and you drop him in a brook If everything's gonna turn out right, you're gonna fry fish tonight
Country boy, got alot to lose Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes
Country boy, you got work to do Country boy, in the morning dew You gotta plant the seed, you gotta cut the weeds There's many a row you know you gotta hoe When it's quittin' time, and your work is through There's alot of life in you
Country boy, you lucky thing Country boy, I wish I was you, and you were me
Writer(s): Raymond B. Smith, Tony Colton, Albert Lee
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