Well I'm goin' down to the river

I've got a cane pole in my hand

I've got my red worms in a

Maxwell House coffee can I'm gonna sit under a shade tree

On a river bank where it's cool

I'm gonna close my eyes and dream

And let that cork bob away my blues Well I'd wake up every mornin'

I'd pick peaches all day

And on Saturday nights we'll have a dance or two

We might waller in the hay Now the only thing that ever whipped my Pa

Was this bad dude called old age

And his last years was his best years

And this is what he had to say He said,"Boy I've worked this dirt all my life

But things ain't been good for a while

Why don't you move to the city make a little money?

You might be the first one in the family

Ever to die with a smile" I took his advice, things goin' well

But my friends are far and few

But whoever said a city boy can't have the country blues

Whoever said a city boy can't have the country blues

Whoever said a city boy can't have the country blues Well Honey they ain't talked

To me and you