When I look back, boy, I must have been green Bopping in the country, fishing in a stream Looking for an answer, trying to find a sign Until I saw your city lights, honey, I was blind
They said, "get back, honky cat Better get back to the woods." Well, I quit those days and my redneck ways And, oh, the change is gonna do me good
You better get back, honky cat Living in the city ain't where it's at It's like trying to find gold in a silver mine It's like trying to drink whiskey from a bottle of wine
Well, I read some books, and I read some magazines About those high-class ladies down in New Orleans And all the folks back home, well, said I was a fool They said, "oh, believe in the Lord is the golden rule."
They said, "stay at home, boy, you gotta tend the farm Living in the city, boy, is going to break your heart." But how can you stay when your heart says no? How can you stop when your feet say go?