Well, I came back to the city

And it wasn't very pretty,

It was dying

There were some who had more than they could eat

And other with no shoes up on their feet,

They were crying

I saw a brother sell his brother

While the cops held another,

They were laughing

I saw two dogs in the street,

A black one and a white one,

They were fighting

If it isn't very pretty

Why do they stay in the city

And watch it dying?

Why don't I go back to the country

And sit beneath a plum tree with my sweet little girl,

And listen to her singin'?

It's because I'm caught in a trap

Lord, and you know where that's at

It sure ain't the country

Oh, Lord knows, it ain't the country

It's because its the way I see it every night and day

I hope to change it

I'm just at city boy,

City boy, thats me

Hey! City boy, city boy

Yeah, yeah, city boy,

Oh Lord, city boy



(Burdon/Sterling)