| Well I’m a country boy
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| I’m outta place, turned city bum
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| A good day to me is gettin' by
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| I walk a city mile without ever seein' the sun
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| There’s no need to reach for stars
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| When you can’t see the sky
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| Well, it’s a god forsaken city, I’m so called livin' in
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| We’re tryin' to keep from dyin' in it seems
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| Hope I never have to learn to breathe this dirt, death and sin
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| Here and now it’s just my prison, but someday is my dream
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| Someday I’ll go back to Kentucky
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| And breathe that cool green river air
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| I hope and pray that I’ll get lucky
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| And go back to God’s country
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| That’s my only prayer
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| I try to find a friendly face, to help me pass some time
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| But I think I left them all in my hometown
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| And I’d lay down in some green grass and ease my clouded mind
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| But these crowded streets go on and on and I can’t find the ground
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| The wind blows off the freight yard
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| Sings a lonesome chord
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| Hung me like a cheap souvenir
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| There’s a man down by the mission says do you wanna know the Lord?
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| Yes, I wanna know him, but I don’t believe he’s here |