Lyrics:
country boy is gone
Big city, hard times don't bother me
I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be
Well, I don't want to even read about it
Let me
The girl from West Virginia read the
Same book all the time
At first I thought perhaps she
Was unsettled in her mind
She'd read it front to back
Sunday morning, very bright, I read Your book by colored light
That came in through the pretty window picture.
I visited some houses where they
it? ('Bout it)
Let's talk about it ('bout it)
Can we talk about it?
But you ain't gotta say too much (no)
You ain't gotta say too much (no)
I can read
You kept me awake last night thought about you till broad daylight
If you ask me it just ain't right this keeping me awake at night
How you expect
night
But I think mama, you ain't doin' right
Say I know a little
I know a little about it
I know a little
I know a little 'bout it
I know
Read all about it if you want to know
Read all about what they want you to know
Everything is God online, and it's as evil as it gets
This is
on the moon when the world may blow out soon
The every day family man
You won't read it in the headlines of the papers
The things he does with his two
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out
read about you
In all the national press
On the arm of so and so
I may get depressed
Cause I tried to love you
But didn't fit in
I came
You gave your vote to pass the law
Do you want to take it back
All the bad news we read about today
Is it because our system's on the rack
Can
start but I can't mend a broken heart
So when I read about you in all the National Press
On the arm of so and so I may get depressed
'Cause I tried
Sunday morning, very bright, I read Your book by colored light
That came in through the pretty window picture.
I visited some houses where they
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out
would've been mine
We would have been timeless
I would've read your love letters every single night
And run away and left it all behind
You still
Well, the bible tells us about a man
Who ruled Babylon and all its land.
Around the city, he built a wall
And declared that Babylon would never
I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars, by night I ake the bars
If only they could read
about time
Time ,time , time, time
When you can tell by her heartbeat
She wants to love you all night
But can you read all the love signs
You
I do it like it's my profession
I gotta make a confession
I'm proud of all this bass
When you put it in your face
By the way, if you need
they could read between the lines
‘cause you know I rode a freight train north to Detroit City
And after all these years I find I've just been
to me, I can just read your mind
You think I'm so caught up in where I am right now
Uh, but believe I remember it all
I be with my nigga Chubbs, he in
down niggas that look just like you
What up, Blood? What up, cuz? It's all black, I love us
The paper read "Murder, black-on-black murder"
The paper
Be good so we're all by ourselves
The great big holidays about to begin
A thousand miles after from where it all begins
Oh world, the whole
I do it like it's my profession
I gotta make a confession
I'm proud of all this bass
When you put it in your face
By the way, if you need
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