I woke up this morning, I got booze on my breath

And around my brain from the night before

There's a cigarette burned out upon the table

And a glass smashed out on the floor



Well I must have had a good time

Late last night

When I woke up this morning

I couldn't face the daylight

Go and tell the country boys that I'm leaving

Getting out, getting back to the Country!



Who's that fella sleeping

He's in my favourite chair? It's for sure

I never have seen him before.

Well where's my lady?

And who was that who just went sliding

Out the back door?



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Last night this joint was jumping

That girl, man she was really something

When she began to call me honey

So naturally I spent all my money

But I'm going back to the country

These city ways ain't for me no more

And that's for sure.

I'll grow my beans and potatoes

And you don't have to bar no windows

And lock up no doors.



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