Woke up this morning in my 2x4 room Looked at a picture of a bride and a groomOn the social page of the big city news Newlyweds were dodging rice and shoesMy little world around me started to spin My pride was hurtin', I was madder than sinNever thought the time would ever be That a shoemaker's daughter could make a heelout of me I'll meet that gal somedayAnd then I'll probably say Compared to a country gal, you can't holda candle You with your smooth-talkin' waysShe's been further round the wash tub lookin' for the handleThan you've been around all your days And where's my big pocketbook, the one II know you took that day on a taxi-camp cruise It was thoughtful of you, honey, to leaveme ticket money Leave me with the country boy bluesI was full of remorse and thinkin' of names But none of them fit you rightGonna send you a horse, call you Miss Jessie JamesOld P.T. Barnum was right Next time I'm in town againI'll wear a shield of armor From the top of my head to my shoesSo no other city gal can fool a sentimental farmerAnd leave him with the country boy bluesNext time I'm in town again I'll stay on milk and waterSo I'll have the strength to refuse Any city gal that tries to fool a sentimentalfarmer And leave him with the country boyI mean the cracker boy, old country boy blues