I look out on the grave of New York City

And to see some children playing in the snow

Central Park in winter should look pretty

But New York ain't a place for kids to grow

And my mem'ry takes me back again to winters that I've seen

Fields and wooden hills where snow could fall and keep its clean

Where I'd awaken to the wonder of the Oklahoma morn

City boy city boy country born



And I saw the garbage's scours plaugh up the river

Filled with things New Yorkers throw away

And I watch the skinny dippin' children and I shiver

The Hudson River ain't no place to play

And my mem'ry takes me back again to rivers that I've seen

Lazy country rivers that just flow and feed the green

You can fish 'em you can swim 'em you can drink 'em when you're warm

City boy city boy country born



And I watch the hard eyed New York City mothers

As they hurry home across the Brooklin Bridge

To feed their children dixy cups of insatant coffee

And a frozen TV dinners fom the fridge

And my mem'ry takes me back again to dinners that I've seen

Home cured crisped bacon buttered corn and country beans

And a cup of mama's coffee cooking stoves that kept me warm

City boy city boy country born