When I look back
boy, I must have been green,
boppin´ in the country,
fishin´ in a stream.

Lookin´ for an answer,
tryin´to find a sign,
until I saw your city lights,
honey, I was blind.

They said, get back, honky cat,
better get back to the woods,
well, I quit those days and my redneck ways,
and oh, oh, oh, oh, the change is gonna do me good.

You better get back, honky cat,
livin´ in the city ain´t where it´s at.
It´s like tryin´ to find gold in a silver mine,
it´s like tryin´ to drink whisky from a bottle of wine.

Well I read some books, and I read some magazines
about those high class ladies
down in new orleans,
and all the folks back home said I was a fool
they said, believe in the lord,
is the golden rule.

They said stay at home, boy, you gotta tend the farm,
livin´ in the city, boy,
is gonna break your heart.
But how can you stay, when your heart says no,
how can you stop,
when your feet say go.