Lyrics:
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie
Where first the daisies sprung
The old rusty mill is still, Maggie
Since you and I were young.
A city so
This baby wants out of the city
This baby wants into the green
This baby was made in the mountains
This baby was made by the sea
Is it me
Or is
December hasn't changed
This town looks the same
They still light that tree in the city square
There's red, white, and green shining everywhere
city very rarely loses grip
But I have a friend who's never up by 10.00
He's fast asleep with mouth open wide
He's lost a lot of jobs, but he's
Well
He took his first release
On a highway
In a 1953 green Chevrolet
An he was carryin and awful load
For just a 15 year old
'Til he laid his mind
the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with
to the West Coast, daddy
And let me be where I belong
Hey now, Philly, you street city
Been down by the railroad track
I know you can be a sweet city
But
draw picture for him of beautiful ladies
Surrounded by green trees and sunshine
And they laughed a lot
But then on the first day of June
The little
One, two, one, two, three
Hand me a towel, I'm dirty dancing by myself
Gone off tabs of that acid
Form me a circle, watch my Jagger
Might lose
tolerate no ho shit, don't give a damn where you from, nigga, go back
I can still remember buyin' that cutlass
Bumpin' Al Green, Bobby Womack
And when it
Wilson, Wilson
Wilson, Wilson
Wilson
Once upon a time there was a mountain
That rose out of a vast green forest
And in the forest there were
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
Wilson, Wilson
Wilson, Wilson
Wilson
Once upon a time there was a mountain
That rose out of a vast green forest
And in the forest there were birds
pretty girls
Village and city girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea
Bless you, bless
mean
When that city ain't looking so green
Rub a little country, rub a little country
Rub a little country on it
Yeah, like jaw chaw on a dang dirt
another city where the country girls were pretty
Easy pickin's for the man from Bowling Green
Now her life is twisty like some West Virginia backroads
Sitting down on a country fence post
Sitting down watchin’ trucks roll by
Sitting down under the light of day now
You know that I won’t tell you no
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers
We'll be there, ooh yeah
In my green metal suit, I'm preparing to shoot up the city
And the ring at the end of my noses makes me look rather pretty
It's
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
On a tabouret by the quay
Make your entrance
A trip across the sea
It's the big green apple a mayday
Ants are busy in the core
New York city a springday
draw picture for him of beautiful ladies
Surrounded by green trees and sunshine
And they laughed a lot
But then on the first day of June
The little
First night I met you
Could't take a full breath
Stood in a silence
Stung by your green eyes
Drove down the city
Had a good time
Gave you a postcard
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