Country Boy

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. 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.