City Boy Country Born Songtext
von Lee Conway

I look out on the grey of New York City
And see some children playing in the snow
Central Park in winter should look pretty
But New York ain′t a place for kids to grow

And my memory takes me back again to winters that I've seen
Fields and wooded hills where snow could fall and keep it′s clean
Where I wake and cheer the wonder of the West Virginia morn
City boy, city boy, country born

And I watch the garbage scow plow up the river
Filled with things New Yorkers threw away
I watch the skinny dipping children, and I shiver
Ah, the Hudson River ain't no place to play


And my memory takes me back again to rivers that I've seen
Lazy country rivers that just flow and feed the green
You can fish ′em, you can swim ′em, you can drink 'em when your warm
City boy, city boy, country born

And I watch the heart of New York City mothers
As they hurry home across the Brooklyn Bridge
To feed the children Dixie cups of instant coffee
And frozen TV dinners front the fridge

And my memory takes me back again to dinners that I′ve seen
Home cured crispy bacon, buttered corn, and country beans
And a cup of mama's coffee, cooking stoves that kept me warm
City boy, city boy, country born

City boy, city boy, country born
I′m a big city boy, country born