| In a southern town where I was born
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| That’s where I got my education
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| I worked in the fields and I walked in the woods
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| And I wondered at creation.
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| I recall the sun in a sky of blue
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| And the smell of green things growin'
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| And the seasons chang’d and I lived each day
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| Just the way the wind was blowin'.
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| Then I heard of a cultured city life
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| Breath takin' lofty steeples
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| And the day I called myself a man
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| I left my land and my people.
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| And I rambled north and I rambled east
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| And I tested and I tasted
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| And a girl or two, took me round and round
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| But they always left me wasted.
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| In a world that’s all concrete and steel
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| With nothin' green ever growin'
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| Where the buildings hide the risin' sun
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| And they blocked the free winds from blowin.
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| Where you sleep all day and you wake all night
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| To a world of drink and laughter
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| I met that girl that I was sure would be
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| The one that I was after.
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| In a soft blue gown and formal tux
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| Beneath that lofty steeple
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| He said, «Do you Barbara, take this man,
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| Will you be one of his people?»
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| And she said, «I will."and she said, «I do.»
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| And the world looked mighty pretty
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| And we lived in a fancy downtown flat
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| 'Cause she loved the noisy city.
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| But the days grew cold beneath a yellow sky
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| And I longed for green things growin'
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| And the thoughts of home and the people there
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| But she’d not agreed to goin'.
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| Then her hazel eyes turned away from me
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| With a look that wasn’t pretty
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| And she turned into concrete and steel
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| And she said, «I'll take the city.»
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| Now the cars go by on the interstate
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| And my pack is on my shoulder
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| But I’m goin' home, where I belong
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| Much wiser now and older. |