Country Boy & 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)