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I’m a country boy


I grew up overshadowed by wild rivers

Couldn’t catch the eye of no city girl

Here I am devoted to her
How I love the way she looks in her ripped jeans
Can’t believe I let the smog cloud my eye

Where the wild jungle stand
And the icy cliffs surround
I’ll ride my battered truck with you by my side

There’s a whisper in the breeze
Reminding me of countryside
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
Countryside in the morning skies

You appear on the horizon
Brushing that wavy hair from your eyes

The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement rivers like grey tombs
Don’t have nothin’ on our way of life
Just listen to the crickets

Don’t live your life like a cheat
Today might feel the time to be like a cheat
But that ain’t no way to lead a life

You know, there’s a lot I drive by in my battered truck
Folk who is messing up
Always stay honest, love
Always stay honest

When I was a child
I met an honest man
“How can you be so honest ?” asked I

Here was his wise reply

Don’t live your life like a cheat
Today might feel the time to be like a cheat
But that ain’t no way to lead a life

Met an old lady who lived like a cheat
“What happened to her?” asked I
Here was his wise reprise

Don’t live your life like a cheat
Today might feel the time to be like a cheat
But that ain’t no way to lead a life

That lady’s gone now
It’s sad really
Word is, she had wavy hair once

Honey, keep your jeans ripped
But always stay honest, love
Always stay honest

Crickets, crickets, crickets
Crickets, crickets, crickets…