Country Boy’s Dream

Album cover art for "Country Boy’s Dream" by Carl Perkins

Carl Perkins - Rock, In English

Country Boy’s Dream

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Did you ever hear a hound dog bayin' in the hills, city boy? (City boy) Did you ever hear a bullfrog flappin' his gills, city boy? (City boy) Did you ever see a catfish jumpin' in the stream? Well, I have, buddy, and it's a country boy's dream And I'm a country boy Lord, I'm a country boy Did you ever hear a wagon on a frosty morning, city boy? (City boy) Did you ever see a cow with a newly born, city boy? (City boy) Did you ever plow field with a mule and team Well, I have, buddy, and it's a country boy's dream And I'm a country boy Lord, I'm a country boy You can see I'm from the country You can tell it at a glance I wear a broke-in shoe, cotton shirt, straw hats, and Levi pants With a nickel in your pocket, did you ever go to town, city boy? And like a big millionaire, you spread it all around, city boy Wеll, you spend a little herе, you spend a little there You horse straight around till you've covered the square And I'm a country boy Oh, Lord, I'm a country boy Well, you wake up in the morning down the farm You milk the cows and you clean the barn Plow and sow and you work like a fool Harvest in the fall and put away the tool And winter comes around and snow starts to fly And you stay in the house where it's warm and dry Burn up the wood that you got piled high Keep a-rockin' and a-hummin' so the baby won't cry And I'm a corn-fed, a handspanked country boy You can see I'm from the country You can tell it at a glance I wear a broke-in shoe, cotton shirt, straw hats, and Levi pants In a little white church down in the glade, city boy Every Sunday morning, I'm a country boy Every morning, we kneel and pray, city boy I get down on my knees I thank the Lord for these memories I'm a country boy Lord, I'm a country boy Well, you wake up in the morning down on the farm You milk the cows and you clean the barn You plow and sow and you work like a fool And you harvest in the fall and put away the tool Winter comes around and snow starts to fly And you stay in the house where it's warm and dry Burn up the wood you got piled high Keep a-rockin' and a-hummin' so the baby won't cry I'm a corn fed, buttermilk, handspanked country boy Oh, that's what I am A corn fed, handspanked country boy, yeah Oh, give me the country

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Credits

Writers
  • Ernie Newton