I packed my clothes in a cardboard box
and mama packed my lunch.
I walked down to the highway
and caught a trailways bus.
I woke up in the city,
stepped down on the curb
to the strangest looking people and sounds
I've never heard.
It ain't no place for a country boy,
it ain't no place to be.
It might be fine for a city boy,
but it ain't no place for me.
I kept my nineteen dollars stuffed way down in my shoe.
It cost me seven fifty for a dirty
sleeping room.
My window faced the alley
and the city smells were strong.
I couldn't sleep
for horns and sirens blowing all night long.
It ain't no place for a country boy,
it ain't
no place to be.
It might be fine for a city boy,
but it ain't no place for me.
I didn't
even bother
to unpack the clothes that I'd brought.
Some man paid me ten dollars for
grandpa's pocket watch.
I got off the trailways bus,
the same place I got on.
My head is full
of memories,
walking down the road to home.
It ain't no place for a country boy,
it ain't
no place to be.
It might be fine for a city boy,
but it ain't no place for me.
It ain't
no place for a country boy,
it ain't no place to be.
It might be fine for a city boy,
but
it ain't no place for me.