Where are you going, Billy boy?
Where are you going, Billy Boy?

I'm going to Atlanta, let this farm just run on down
It's made all it can make but it don't go around
Do you want to go with me, Mary Lou?
Do you want to go with me, Mary Lou?

I'm not sure I could live there, I don't have no city ways
And it's hard to leave where I was born and raised
Look at all those buildings, Billy boy
I think I'm gonna like it, Billy boy.

Look at all the bright lights, the night seems just like day
It makes the farm seem so far away
Where are you going, Mary Lou?
You're not going out again tonight, are you?

I didn't buy this new dress just to sit and watch TV
I'm going out and let the town see me
Where are you going, Billy boy?
Where are you going, Billy Boy?

I'm going home, back to that rundown farm
Where all the dirt is used for growing corn
Do you want to go with me, Mary Lou?...