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.

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.