Well I’m a country boy
I’m outta place, turned city bum
A good day to me is gettin’ by
I walk a city mile without ever seein’ the sun
There’s no need to reach for stars
When you can’t see the sky
Well, it’s a god forsaken city, I’m so called livin’ in
We’re tryin’ to keep from dyin’ in it seems
Hope I never have to learn to breathe this dirt, death and sin
Here and now it’s just my prison, but someday is my dream
Someday I’ll go back to Kentucky
And breathe that cool green river air
I hope and pray that I’ll get lucky
And go back to God’s country
That’s my only prayer
I try to find a friendly face, to help me pass some time
But I think I left them all in my hometown
And I’d lay down in some green grass and ease my clouded mind
But these crowded streets go on and on and I can’t find the ground
The wind blows off the freight yard
Sings a lonesome chord
Hung me like a cheap souvenir
There’s a man down by the mission says do you wanna know the Lord?
Yes, I wanna know him, but I don’t believe he’s here