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