| Country boy, ain’t got no shoes
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| Country boy, ain’t got no blues
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| Well, you work all day
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| While you’re wanting to play
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| In the sun and the sand
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| With a face that’s tan
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| But at the end of the day
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| When your work is done
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| You ain’t got nothing but fun
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| Country boy, ain’t got no ills
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| Country boy, don’t owe no bills
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| You get a wiggly worm
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| And then you watch him squirm
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| While you put him on a hook
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| And you drop him in a brook
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| And if everything’s gonna turn out right
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| You’re gonna fry fish tonight
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| Country boy, you’re lucky free
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| Country boy, I wish I was you, and you was me
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| Country boy, got work to do
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| Country boy, in the morning dew
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| You got to cut the weeds
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| You got to plant the seeds
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| There’s many a row
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| You know you gotta hoe
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| But when it’s quittin' time
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| And your work is through
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| There’s a lot of life in you
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| Country boy, you got a shaggy dog
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| Country boy, up a holler log
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| Well, he comes in a run
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| When you pick up your gun
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| And with a shell or two
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| And your dog and you
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| When you get your rabbit
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| You’ll skin his hide
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| He’s gonna be good fried
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| Country boy, got a lot to lose
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| Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes |