New York City is a thousand miles away
And if you ask me, I'll tell you that's OK
Now I'm not trying to put the big apple down
'Cause they don't need a man like me in town
I pick cotton down on the Dixie line
Work hard all day tryin' to make a dime
But that's alright, that's OK by me
'Cause that's the way that it was meant to beBig city, hard times don't bother me
I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can beI don't like smoke chokin' up my air
And some of those city folks well they don't care
I don't like cars buzzing around
I don't even want a piece of concrete in my town
I like sunshine, fresh clean air
Makes me feel like you wouldn't care but
That's all right, each to his own
But one smell from the city
And this country boy is gone
Big city, hard times don't bother me
I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can beWell, I don't want to even read about itLet me tell you something, let me tell you true
What's right for me might not be right for you
Well, you live your way, I'll live mine
And I hope that your happy all the time
I pick cotton down on the Dixie line
Work hard all day tryin' to make a dime
But that's all right, that's OK by me
'Cause that's the way that it was supposed to beBig city, hard times never bother me
I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can beLet me tell ya...I said
Big city, hard times never bother me
I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be
Ooh, that's my way, baby
I don't want you to even tell me about the big city
I don't want to read about it...
Songwriters
VAN ZANT, RONNIE / COLLINS, ALLENPublished by
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