| New york city is a thousand miles away
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| And if you ask me, I’ll tell you that’s ok
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| Now I’m not trying to put the big apple down
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| 'Cause they don’t need a man like me in town
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| I pick cotton down on the dixie line
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| Work hard all day tryin' to make a dime
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| But that’s allright, that’s ok by me
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| 'Cause that’s the way that it was meant to be
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| Big city, hard times don’t bother me
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| I’m a country boy, I’m as happy as I can be
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| I don’t like smoke chokin' up my air
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| And some of those city folks well they don’t care
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| I don’t like cars buzzing around
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| I don’t even want a piece of concrete in my town
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| I like sunshine, fresh clean air
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| Makes me feel like you wouldn’t care but
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| That’s all right, each to his own
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| But one smell from the city
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| And this country boy is gone
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| Big city, hard times don’t bother me
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| I’m a country boy, I’m as happy as I can be
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| Well, I don’t want to even read about it
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| Let me tell you something, let me tell you true
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| What’s right for me might not be right for you
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| Well, you live your way, I’ll live mine
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| And I hope that your happy all the time
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| I pick cotton down on the dixie line
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| Work hard all day tryin' to make a dime
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| But that’s all right, that’s ok by me
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| 'Cause that’s the way that it was supposed to be
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| Big city, hard times never bother me
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| I’m a country boy, I’m as happy as I can be
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| Let me tell ya, I said
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| Big city, hard times never bother me
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| I’m a country boy, I’m as happy as I can be
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| Ooh, that’s my way, baby
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| I don’t want you to even tell me about the big city
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| I don’t want to read about it |