Country Boy
Jr. Walker & Jr. Walker & The All Stars
Writers
Autry Dewalt Mixon Jr.
Administered By
Raleigh Music Group
Lyrics
Yeah my father was a man that lived in the country he was way back in the hills
He made a liven picken guitar and worken in cotton fields
My mother was a lady that slaved in the kitchen cooken food from her own backyard
And I was raised on buttermilk corn bread boy countrys best
Everyday I go to the city I would stay up twelve o’clock I spend money jiven with the women and playen records on the jukebox
But when I wake up I look around I know I was a stupid clown I’m going to get myself together I’m going to leave this crazy town
I’m going back to the country cause that’s where I belong I’m going way up into the hills and I ain’t going to never come down
(break)
I guess I have to like like my father did work by the sweat of my brow walk ninety miles a day behind a mule and a cold plow go to church every Sunday I listen to what the preacher said and I ain’t going back to the city stayen up to twelve o’clock spend money jiven with the women and playen records on the jukebox ua ua
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