| I hear a voice, l hear the sound | |
| The sound of my shoes, shuffling on out of town | |
| Too many people, too many cars | |
| Take me to Memphis, Mercury, or Mars | |
| 'Cause l wanna go | |
| Where the buffalo roam | |
| Just a city boy | |
| Looking for a home | |
| I can't breathe, can't see | |
| The city's no place for me | |
| I can't seem to find my way | |
| Just existing from day to day | |
| But I want to be | |
| Where my soul can run free | |
| I'm just a city boy | |
| Looking for a home | |
| Now, l don't wanna be no prisoner | |
| And l sure don't wanna be no slave | |
| Want look out at night and see stars in the sky | |
| The Little Dipper and the milky way | |
| I can't sleep, it's too loud | |
| Everywhere, where l go, you know there seems to be a crowd | |
| Tired of all these concrete streets | |
| I want to feel the dirt up under my feet | |
| I wanna go | |
| Where where the buffalo roam | |
| I'm just a city boy | |
| Looking for a home | |
| I wanna go | |
| Where where the buffalo roam | |
| I'm just a city boy | |
| Looking for a home | |
| I'm just a city boy | |
| Looking for a home | |
| City boy | |
| Looking for |