I look out on the grave of New York City
And 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 mem`ry takes me back again to winters that I`ve seen
Fields and wooden hills where snow could fall and keep its clean
Where I`d awaken to the wonder of the Oklahoma morn
City boy city boy country born
And I saw the garbage`s scours plaugh up the river
Filled with things New Yorkers throw away
And I watch the skinny dippin` children and I shiver
The Hudson River ain`t no place to play
And my mem`ry 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 swim `em you can drink `em when you`re warm
City boy city boy country born
And I watch the hard eyed New York City mothers
As they hurry home across the Brooklin Bridge
To feed their children dixy cups of insatant coffee
And a frozen TV dinners fom the fridge
And my mem`ry takes me back again to dinners that I`ve seen
Home cured crisped bacon buttered corn and country beans
And a cup of mama`s coffee cooking stoves that kept me warm
City boy city boy country born
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