Classic Poem

Now you clown with your grocery man
'Cause your bill is too high
You don't want to pay taxes
You just wanta get by

You'd better go back to the country
way back out in the wood
I'm tired of hearin' you hollerin'
Hoo hoo hoo, city life ain't no good

You want the finest house in town
For two or three dollars a month
You seem to think it's all right for you
To go out in the park and hunt

You'd better go back to the country
way back out in the wood
I'm tired of hearin' you hollerin'
Hoo hoo hoo, city life ain't no good

You wants a whole lot of credit
To pay off once a year
But you owe the salary you make
For just liquor and beer

You'd better go back to the country
way back out in the wood
'Cause the way you run your business
hoo hoo hoo, you can't do no good

Now you decorate your window
With your big rusty feet
You want hogs in your front yard
So you can have plenty of meat

You'd better go back to the country
way back out in the wood
Plant you forty acres of cotton
and try to do yourself some good