In a southern town
Where I was born
That's where I got
My education
I worked in the fields
And I walked in the woods
And I wondered at
Creation
I recall the sun
In a sky of blue
And the smell of green
Things growing
And I lived everyday
And I lived anyway
Anyway the wind
Was blowing
Then I heard of a cultured
City life
Breathtaking lofty steeples
And the day I called
Myself a man
I left my land
And my people
And I rambled north
And I rambled east
And I tested and I tasted
And a girl or two
Took me round and round
But always left
Me wasted
In a world that's all
Concrete and steel
With nothing green
Ever growing
Where the buildings hide
The rising sun
And stopped the free
Winds from blowing
Where they sleep all day
And you wake all night
To a world of drink
And laughter
I met that girl
That I was would be
The one that I
Was after
In a soft blue gown
And formal tux
Beneath that lofty steeple
He said, "Do you, Barbara
Take this man
Will you be one of
His people?"
And she said, "I will"
And she said, "I do"
And the world looked mighty pretty
And we lived in a fancy
Downtown flat
Cause she loved the noisy city
Then the days grew cold
Beneath a yellow sky
And I longed for green
Things growing
And I talked of home
And the people there
But she'd not agreed
To going
Then her hazel eyes
Turned away from me
With a look that wasn't
Very pretty
And she turned into
Concrete and steel
And she said, "I'll take
The city"
Now the cars go by
On the interstate
And my pack is on
My shoulder
And I'm going home
Where I belong
Much wiser now
And older