Woke up this morning in my 2x4 room Looked at a picture of a bride and a groom
On the social page of the big city news Newlyweds were dodging rice and shoes
My little world around me started to spin My pride was hurtin', I was madder than sin
Never thought the time would ever be That a shoemaker's daughter could make a heel
out of me I'll meet that gal someday
And then I'll probably say Compared to a country gal, you can't hold
a candle You with your smooth-talkin' ways
She's been further round the wash tub lookin' for the handle
Than you've been around all your days And where's my big pocketbook, the one I
I know you took that day on a taxi-camp cruise It was thoughtful of you, honey, to leave
me ticket money Leave me with the country boy blues
I was full of remorse and thinkin' of names But none of them fit you right
Gonna send you a horse, call you Miss Jessie James
Old P.T. Barnum was right Next time I'm in town again
I'll wear a shield of armor From the top of my head to my shoes
So no other city gal can fool a sentimental farmer
And leave him with the country boy blues
Next time I'm in town again I'll stay on milk and water
So I'll have the strength to refuse Any city gal that tries to fool a sentimental
farmer And leave him with the country boy
I mean the cracker boy, old country boy blues