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I'm goin down to the river I got a cane pole in my hand Got my redworms in a Maxwell House coffee can I'm gonna sit under a shade tree on the riverbank where it's cool I'm gonna close my eyes and dream and let the cork bob away my blues.. Well I wake up every morning, I pick peaches all day And on Saturday night we'll have a dance or two We might wallow in the hay... Well, the only thing to ever whip my Pa was this bad news called away But his last years was his best years and this is what he had to say- He said "Boy, I've worked this dirt all my life But things ain't been good for a while Why don't you move to the city, make a little money You might be the first one in the family to ever die with a smile" I took his advice, and things goin well But my friends are far and few Whoever said a city boy can't have them country blues Whoever said a city boy can't have them country blues Whoever said a city boy can't have them country blues Well honey, they ain't talked to me and you |