Текст песни City Boy, Country Boy - Bobby Bare

I look out on the grey of New York City
To see some children playing in the snow
Central Park in winter should look pretty
But New York ain′t a place for kids to grow

And my memory takes me back again to winters that I've seen
Fields and wooded hills where snow could fall and keep its clean
Where I′d wake unto the wonder of the West Virginia morning
City boy, country born

And I watch the garbage scows plow up the river
Filled with things New Yorkers throw away
I watch the skinny dipping children and I shiver
Lord, that Hudson River ain't no place to play

And my memory takes me back again to rivers that I've seen
Lazy country rivers that just flow and feed the green
You can fish ′em, you can drink ′em, you can swim 'em when you′re warm
City boy, country born

And I see the heart at New York City mothers
As they hurry home across the Brooklyn Bridge
To feed their children dixie cups of instant coffee
And frozen TV dinners from the fridge

And my memory takes me back again to dinners that I've seen
Home cured crispy bacon, buttered corn, and country beans
And a cup of mama′s coffee, cooking stoves that kept me warm
City boy, country born
Oh, big city boy, country born