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Well I'm goin' down to the riverI've got a canepole in my handI've got my redworms in a Maxwell house coffee canI'm gonna sit under ashade tree on a riverbank where it's coolI'm gonna close my eyes and dream and let the cork Bob away my bluesWell I wake up every mornin' I pick peaches all dayAnd on Saturday night we'll have a dance or two we might waller in the hayNow the only thing that ever whipped my paWas this bad dude called old ageAnd his last years was his best yearsAnd this is what he had to sayHe said boy I've worked this dirt all my life but things ain't been good for awhileWhy don't you move to the city make a little money you might be the first one inThe family ever to die with a smileWell I took his advice things goin' wellBut my friends are far and fewBut whoever said a city boy can't have the country bluesWhoever said a city boy can't have the country bluesWhoever said a city boy can't have the country bluesWell honey they ain't talked to me and you Aus Songtexte Mania