Country boy, ain't got no shoes
Country boy, ain't got no blues
Well, you work all day while you're waiting to play
In the sun and the sand, with cheeks of tan
But at the end of the day, when your work is done
You ain't got nothing but fun

Country boy, you got a shaggy dog
Country boy, up a hollow log
Well, he comes in a run, when you pick up your gun
And with a shell or two, and your dog and you
When you get your rabbit, you'll skin his hide
He's gonna be good fried

Country boy, you got a lot to lose
Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes

Country boy, ain't got no ills
Country boy, don't owe no bills
You got a wiggly worm and then you watch him squirm
While you put him on a hook and you drop him in a brook
If everything's gonna turn out right, you're gonna fry fish tonight

Country boy, got a lot to lose
Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes

Country boy, you got work to do
Country boy, in the morning dew
You gotta plant the seed, you gotta cut the weeds
There's many a row you know you gotta hoe
When it's quitting time, and your work is through
There's a lot if life in you

Country boy, you lucky thing
Country boy, I wish I was you, and you were me

Writer : DOMINO, ANTOINE/BARTHOLOMEW, DAVE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.