City Boy

<br>Well, I came back to the city <br>And it wasn`t very pretty,<br>It was dying<br>There were some who had more than they could eat<br>And other with no shoes up on their feet,<br>They were crying<br>I saw a brother sell his brother <br>While the cops held another,<br>They were laughing<br>I saw two dogs in the street, <br>A black one and a white one,<br>They were fighting<br>If it isn`t very pretty<br>Why do they stay in the city<br>And watch it dying?<br>Why don`t I go back to the country <br>And sit beneath a plum tree with my sweet little girl,<br>And listen to her singin`?<br>It`s because I`m caught in a trap<br>Lord, and you know where that`s at<br>It sure ain`t the country<br>Oh, Lord knows, it ain`t the country<br>It`s because its the way I see it every night and day<br>I hope to change it<br>I`m just at city boy, <br>City boy, thats me<br>Hey! City boy, city boy<br>Yeah, yeah, city boy,<br>Oh Lord, city boy<br><br>(Burdon/Sterling)