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 look like a bank teller,   Pushing facts in a file.   But I'd rather be a haul collar,   Shooing foot home in style.      Show me where I start.   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.