Oh, I'm just a country boy   I've got sand all in my shoes   I've got tuck in the big city   Got to sing the big city blues, city blues      I was standing on the corner of Bleeker and McDougall   Wondering which way to go   I've got a woman down in Coconut Grove    And you know she love me so      I wanna go home   I wanna go home   Now don't you tell me your troubles   (Now don't you tell me your troubles)   Oh, I got troubles of my own   I wanna go home      I love all you big city women   I love the big city blues   Oh. I've got a woman down in Coconut Grove    And she knows what to do   I wanna go home   I wanna go home   Now don't you tell me your troubles   (Now don't you tell me your troubles)   Oh, I got troubles of my own   I wanna go home      I wanna go home   I wanna go home   I said, I gotta go home   (I wanna go home)   I wanna go home   (I wanna go home)   I gotta go home   (I wanna go home)   I wanna go home   (I wanna go home)