Country Boy And Bleeker Street

Oh, I'm just a country boy

I've got sand all in my shoes

I've got tuck in the big city

Got to sing the big city blues, city blues

I was standing on the corner of Bleeker and McDougall

Wondering which way to go

I've got a woman down in Coconut Grove

And you know she love me so

I wanna go home

I wanna go home

Now don't you tell me your troubles

(Now don't you tell me your troubles)

Oh, I got troubles of my own

I wanna go home

I love all you big city women

I love the big city blues

Oh. I've got a woman down in Coconut Grove

And she knows what to do

I wanna go home

I wanna go home

Now don't you tell me your troubles

(Now don't you tell me your troubles)

Oh, I got troubles of my own

I wanna go home

I wanna go home

I wanna go home

I said, I gotta go home

(I wanna go home)

I wanna go home

(I wanna go home)

I gotta go home

(I wanna go home)

I wanna go home

(I wanna go home)