paroles de chanson Country Boy - Albert Lee

I may look like a city slicker,
Shinin′ up through his shoes.
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker,
Pickin′ out a mess of blues
Show me where I start.
Find a horse and cart.
I'm just a country boy,
Country boy at heart.
I may talk like a bank teller,
Pushing facts in a file.
But I'd rather be a haul collar,
Chewing cud on a stile
Read Exchange and Mart
Find a horse and cart.
I′m just a country boy,
Country boy at heart.
Instrumental.
I may look like a city slicker,
Shinin′ up through his shoes.
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker,
Pickin′ out a mess of blues.
Show me where I start.
Find a horse and cart.
I'm just a country boy,
Country boy at heart.