I may look like a city slicker,
Shinin' up through my shoes.
But I’d rather be 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 hog caller,
Chewing cud on stye
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 my shoes.
But I’d rather be 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.