Country Boy
I may look like a city slicker shining up through his shoes.
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker picking 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 shooting foot home in style.
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 city slicker shining up through his shoes.
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker picking 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
Rambling Man
I was born a rambling man trying to make a living and doing the best I can
And when it's time for leaving I hope you'll understand that I was born a rambling man
My father was a gambler down in Georgia he wound up on the wrong end of a gun
And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus rolling down highway forty-one
I'm on my way to New Orleans this morning I'm leaving out of Nashville, Tennessee
They're always having a good time down on the bayou them Delta women think the world of me
I was born a rambling man trying to make a living and doing the best I can
And when it's time for leaving I hope you'll understand that I was born a rambling man
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