Where are you going, Billy Boy?Where are you going, Billy Boy?I'm going to AtlantaLet this farm just run on downIt's made all it can makeBut it don't go aroundDo you want to go with me, Mary Lou?Do you want to go with me, Mary Lou?I'm not sure I could live thereI don't have no city waysAnd it's hard to leaveWhere I was born and raisedLook at all those buildings, Billy BoyI think I'm gonna like it, Billy BoyLook at all the bright lightsThe night seems just like dayIt makes the farm seem so far awayWhere are you going, Mary Lou?Where are you going?You're not going out again tonight, are you?I didn't buy this new dressJust to sit and watch TVI'm going out and let the town see meWhere are you going, Billy Boy?Where are you going, Billy Boy?Where are you going, Mary Lou?Where are you going, Billy Boy?Billy BoyI'm going homeBack to that run-down farmWhere all the dirt is used for growing cornDo you want to go with me, Mary Lou?Where are you going, Mary Lou?