I woke up this morning, I got booze on my breath   And around my brain from the night before   There's a cigarette burned out upon the table   And a glass smashed out on the floor      Well I must have had a good time   Late last night   When I woke up this morning   I couldn't face the daylight   Go and tell the country boys that I'm leaving   Getting out, getting back to the Country!      Who's that fella sleeping   He's in my favourite chair? It's for sure   I never have seen him before.   Well where's my lady?   And who was that who just went sliding   Out the back door?      Chorus      Last night this joint was jumping   That girl, man she was really something   When she began to call me honey   So naturally I spent all my money   But I'm going back to the country   These city ways ain't for me no more   And that's for sure.   I'll grow my beans and potatoes   And you don't have to bar no windows   And lock up no doors.      Chorus