Country boy, ain't got no shoes
Country boy, ain't got no blues
Well, you work all day while you're wantin' to play
In the sun and the sand, with the faces tanned
But at the end of the day, when your work is done
You ain't got nothing but fun

Country boy, ain't got no ills
Country boy, you don't owe no bills
You get a wiggly worm and then you watch him squirm
While you put him on a hook and you drop him in a brook
And if everything's gonna turn out right, you're gonna fry fish tonight

Country boy, you're luck, free
Country boy, I wish I was you, and you was me

Country boy, you got work to do
Country boy, in the mornin' dew
You gotta cut the weeds, you gotta plant the seed
There's many a row you know you gotta hoe
But when it's quittin' time, and your work is through
There's a lot of life in you

Country boy, got a shaggy dog
Country boy, up a hollow log
Well, he comes in a run, when you pick up your gun
And with a shell or two, and your dog and you
When you get your rabbit, you'll skin his hide
He's gonna be good fried

Country boy, you got a lot to lose
Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes

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Writer(s): Johnny R. Cash