Country Comes to Town

Country Comes to Town                          April 9, 2005

I grew up in the land of hillbillies

In the foothills of Tennessee.

I decided to travel, and it gave me the willies,

That place, the big city.

Perhaps the city is just to complicated

For this country boy come to town,

And yet, there is something about it that makes me elated

As I continue to go downtown.

A walk through the city arboretum,

Smelling the shrubberies blossomed,

Then, it's off to the bar for some fun,

Oh believe me, more than one beer and done.

I stagger out of the bar, look up high,

What do I find but glass behemoths touching the sky.

I never saw anything higher than a windmill;

I'm having a hard time believing this is real.

I journey down the dark side of town,

Women of ill-repute tempt this country boy silly,

And I guess I'll just have to get down,

Get down, boogie with this filly.

I never got this on the farm,

This ain't no pond, but a lake with plenty o' fish.

Some people are saying I should be filled with alarm,

But I gleefully reply, "This is my wish."

And now it's time to go back home,

A little more worldly, certainly with a smile.

So gee, this must've been what it was like in Rome,

I've walked in their footsteps something like a mile.

I liked the city, yes indeed,

There can be no question about that.

But despite all one can feed,

I'd rather be in the country pat.