may I 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.

may I 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.