Well, I came back to the city And it wasn't very pretty, It was dying There were some who had more than they could eat And other with no shoes up on their feet, They were crying I saw a brother sell his brother While the cops held another, They were laughing I saw two dogs in the street, A black one and a white one, They were fighting If it isn't very pretty Why do they stay in the city And watch it dying? Why don't I go back to the country And sit beneath a plum tree with my sweet little girl, And listen to her singin'? It's because I'm caught in a trap Lord, and you know where that's at It sure ain't the country Oh, Lord knows, it ain't the country It's because its the way I see it every night and day I hope to change it I'm just at city boy, City boy, thats me Hey! City boy, city boy Yeah, yeah, city boy, Oh Lord, city boy (Burdon/Sterling)
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