Ž I want my son to be a country boy ŽŽ With fields and streams and meadows to enjoy ŽŽ Where the forest's tall and green ŽŽ And the air is fresh and clean ŽŽ And a sunny day can be his favorite toy ŽŽ Oh I want my son to be a country boy ŽŽ Now the city just ain't any place to grow ŽŽ And I've lived here all my life so I should know ŽŽ In the country life begins but the city's where it ends ŽŽ So I'd like to pack my family up and go ŽŽ Cause I want my son to be a country boy ŽŽ With fields and streams and meadows to enjoy ŽŽ Where the forest's tall and green ŽŽ And the air is fresh and clean ŽŽ And a sunny day can be his favorite toy ŽŽ Oh I want my son to be a country boy ŽŽ Now a concrete playground ain't no place to play ŽŽ And the air looks like it's seen a better day ŽŽ And this city life just seems to make way for country dreams ŽŽ I think we'd all do well to get away ŽŽ Cause I want my son to be a country boy ŽŽ With fields and streams and meadows to enjoy ŽŽ Where the forest's tall and green ŽŽ And the air is fresh and clean ŽŽ And a sunny day can be his favorite toy ŽŽ Oh I want my son to be a country boy ŽŽ Ž