Country Boy (demo - First Recording) Songtext
von Johnny Cash
Country Boy (demo - First Recording) Songtext
Country boy, ain′t got no shoes
Country boy, ain't got no blues
Well, you work all day while you′re waitin' to
Play in the sun and the sand, with a face that's tan
But at the end of the day, when your work is done
You ain′t got nothin′ but fun
Country boy, don't owe no bills
Country boy, ain′t got no ills
You get a wiggly worm and then you watch him squirm
While you put him on a hook and you drop him in a brook
And if everything's gonna turn out right, you′re gonna fry fish tonight
Country boy, you lucky freak
Country boy, I wish I was you and you was me
Country boy, you got work to do
Country boy, in the morning dew
You gotta cut all the weeds, you gotta plant the seed
There's many a row you know you gotta hoe
But when it′s quittin' time, and your work is through
There's alot if life in you
Country boy, got a shaggy dog
Country boy, up a hollow log
Well, he comes in a run, when you pick up your gun
You get a shell or two and with your dog and you
And when you get your rabbit, you skin his hide
He′s gonna be good fried
Country boy, you got a lot to lose
Country boy, I wish that I was in your shoes
Country boy, ain't got no blues
Well, you work all day while you′re waitin' to
Play in the sun and the sand, with a face that's tan
But at the end of the day, when your work is done
You ain′t got nothin′ but fun
Country boy, don't owe no bills
Country boy, ain′t got no ills
You get a wiggly worm and then you watch him squirm
While you put him on a hook and you drop him in a brook
And if everything's gonna turn out right, you′re gonna fry fish tonight
Country boy, you lucky freak
Country boy, I wish I was you and you was me
Country boy, you got work to do
Country boy, in the morning dew
You gotta cut all the weeds, you gotta plant the seed
There's many a row you know you gotta hoe
But when it′s quittin' time, and your work is through
There's alot if life in you
Country boy, got a shaggy dog
Country boy, up a hollow log
Well, he comes in a run, when you pick up your gun
You get a shell or two and with your dog and you
And when you get your rabbit, you skin his hide
He′s gonna be good fried
Country boy, you got a lot to lose
Country boy, I wish that I was in your shoes
Writer(s): Raymond B. Smith, Tony Colton, Albert Lee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com