Ain't No Place for a Country Boy
City Lights and Country Dreams: Chris LeDoux's Journey Home
Lyrics
I pack my clothes in a cardboard box and mama packed my lunch
I'm packing my clothes in a cardboard box, and my mother is preparing my lunch.
I walk down to the highway and caught a trailways bus
I walk to the highway and catch a Trailways bus.
I woke up in the city stepped down on the curb
Waking up in the city, I step down onto the curb.
To the strangest lookin' people and sounds I've never heard
I encounter unfamiliar-looking people and hear sounds I've never experienced before.
It ain't no place for a country boy, it ain't no place to be
The city is not suitable for a country boy like me; it's not where I belong.
It might be fine for a city boy but it ain't no place for me
While it might be acceptable for a city boy, it's definitely not the right place for me.
I keep my nineteen dollars, stuck way down in my shoe
I keep my nineteen dollars hidden in my shoe.
It cost me seven fifty for a dirty sleepin' room
I spend $7.50 on a dirty sleeping room.
My window faced the alley and the city smells were strong
My window faces the alley, and the strong smells of the city disturb me.
I couldn't sleep for horns and sirens blowin' all night long
I struggle to sleep due to the constant noise of horns and sirens throughout the night.
It ain't no place for a country boy, it ain't no place to be
Reiterating that the city is not a suitable place for a country boy like me.
It might be fine for a city boy but it ain't no place for me
Emphasizing that although it may be suitable for a city boy, it's not my place.
I didn't even bother to unpack the clothes that I brought
I don't bother unpacking my clothes; the city isn't where I want to stay.
Some man paid me ten dollars for grandpa's pocket watch
I sell my grandpa's pocket watch for ten dollars to someone in the city.
I got off the trailways bus, the same place I got on
I get off the Trailways bus at the same spot where I boarded it.
My head is full of memories, walkin' down the road to home
Reflecting on memories as I walk down the road toward home.
It ain't no place for a country boy, it ain't no place to be
Reiterating that the city is not suitable for a country boy like me.
It might be fine for a city boy but it ain't no place for me
Stating that, although it might be suitable for a city boy, it's not where I belong.
It ain't no place for a country boy, it ain't no place to be
Repeating the sentiment that the city is not a place for a country boy.
It might be fine for a city boy but it ain't no place for me
Reiterating that while it might be fine for a city boy, it's not suitable for me.
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