Everybody moved to the country, for a better place to be
Get away from the crime in the city streets.
Now all this may be true, but there sure ain’t nothin’ to do
And I’m getting kinda tired of talkin’ to the grass and trees.
Where can I buy a corned beef on rye?
Where can I see an X-rated show?
Can’t get no eats, ‘cause they done rolled up the streets
And by ten o’clock, even the television shows are closed.
I remember the ladies in the black silk satin gowns
And the all-night bars and the burlesque shows
Here they smell like horses with callouses from workin’ the ground
Lord I’m so tired of calico, and hearin’ ‘bout hogs on the radio!
Where can I buy a hot pizza pie!
Where can I get a Chinese eggroll?
I like the birds and bees
Listen to the wind in the trees…
But I’d rather get high, late at night
Rock’n’roll into the early light
Go out and find a lady of the night
Come back, walk up thirty-four flights
I don’t care it’ll be alright
I just can’t take this country life no more!
Music and Lyrics by L.E. Kalikow ©2016 Song Attack (BMI)
℗ 2016 L.E.Kalikow LLC. All Rights Reserved