City Boy, Country Born - Bobby Bare

I look out on the grey of New York City

To see some children playing in the snow

Central Park in winter should look pretty

But New York ain’t a place for kids to grow

And my memory takes me back again to winters that I’ve seen

Fields and wooded hills where snow could fall and keep it’s clean

Where I’d wake unto the wonder of the West Virginia morn

City boy

Country born

And I watch the garbage scows plow up the river

Filled with things New Yorkers throw away

I watch the skinny dipping children and I shiver

Lord, that Hudson River ain’t no place to play

And my memory takes me back again to rivers that I’ve seen

Lazy country rivers that just flow and feed the green

You can fish 'em, you can drink 'em, you can swim 'em when your warm

City boy

Country born

And I see the heart of New York City mothers

As they hurry home across the Brooklyn Bridge

To feed their children dixie cups of instant coffee

And frozen TV dinners front the fridge

And my memory takes me back again to dinners that I’ve seen

Home cured crispy bacon, buttered corn and country beans

And a cup of mama’s coffee, cooking stoves that kept me warm

City boy

Country born