I know a man who was hailed through the land,
won the great lottery prize,
soon was the victim of sinister schemes,
envied by covetous eyes.
Tragedy struck and his life became hell,
shattered his hopes and his dreams.
Oh, don't ever envy the other man's lot,
it may not be all that it seems.
The city boy sings of his home on the range,
the country boy dreams of the town.
The wanderer answers the call of the
road and talks about settling down.
Most married men have a girl of their dreams,
though wed to a true loving wife.
Show me the man who is truly content
and I'll envy his satisfied life.
The clown in the circus,
just out of town,
Hamlet, the star of the play.
Each longs to act in the other man's role,
seems we're all born the same way.
Happy old man,
his working day's done,
braves the big land with his wife.
So proud of their trailer,
sold the old home to a showman who's roamed all his life.
City boy sings of his home on the range,
the country boy dreams of the town.
The wanderer curses the call of the
road that keeps him from settling down.
All the married men have a girl of their dreams,
so few have a true faithful wife.
Show me the man who can say it's not
so and I'll envy his satisfied life.
Yes, show me the man
with no envy, my friend,
and I'll envy the poor fool his life.