City Boys

Left her Minnesota dirt farm to see what she could see
In a letter to her mother telling her what she enjoyed
Said there’s nothing in the whole wide world like a city boy
Took Daddy’s Cadillac
I drove it to Chicago, never brought it back
Well all these years later, I’m still unemployed
Oh well there’s nothing in the whole wide world like a city boy
My granddaddy had long grey hair
Silver cane and a rocking chair
Tapped that cane on a wooden floor
Saying «take what you’re given, and then ask for more»
Well now, baby, what do you think of that
Can you make a woman out of an alley cat?
Can you take the agitation and not get annoyed?
Oh well there’s nothing in the whole wide world like a city boy
Now my Auntie Mabel, she plays the dominoes
Way down South where the yucca plant grows
Drinking whiskey out of Coca-Cola bottles, smoking Viceroys
Still swears there’s nothing in the whole wide world like a city boy
Oh, well, there’s nothing in the whole wide world like a city boy
Those city boys
Those city boys
Those city boys