I may look like a city slicker,
Shinin` up through his shoes.
Underneath I`m just a cotton picker,
Pickin` 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,
Shooing foot home in style.
Show me where I start.
Find a horse and cart.
I`m just a country boy,
Country boy at heart.
Instrumental.
I may look like a city slicker,
Shinin` up through his shoes.
Underneath I`m just a cotton picker,
Pickin` 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.
Instrumental.