Country Boy Lyrics > Ring of Fire
Country Boy Lyrics
Country boy, ain't got no shoes
Country boy, ain't got no blues
Well, you work all day while you're waitin' to play In the sun and the sand,
With a face that's tan
But at the end of the day, when your work is done
You ain't got nothin' but fun
Country boy, you 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 alot to lose
Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes
Country boy, ain't got no ills
Country boy, 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
If everything's gonna turn out right, you're gonna fry fish tonight
Country boy, got alot to lose
Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes
Country boy, you got work to do
Country boy, in the morning dew
You gotta plant the seed, you gotta cut the weeds
There's many a row you know you gotta hoe
When it's quittin' time, and your work is through
There's alot of life in you
Country boy, you lucky thing
Country boy, I wish I was you, and you were me
Last Update: December, 06th 2013
Ring of Fire Lyrics
- Act 1
- Hurt
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Montage Lyrics
- Country Boy
- A Thing Called Love
- There You Go
- While I've Got It On My Mind
- My Old Faded Rose
- Daddy Sang Bass
- Straight A's In Love
- Big River
- I Still Miss Someone
- Five Feet High and Rising
- Flesh And Blood
- Look At Them Beans
- Get Rhythm
- Flushed
- Dirty Old Egg Sucking Dog
- Angel Band
- If I Were A Carpenter
- Ring of Fire
- Jackson
- Act 2
- Entr'acte / Big River (Reprise)
- I've Been Everywhere
- Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
- Temptation
- I Feel Better All Over
- A Boy Named Sue
- Going to Memphis
- Delia's Gone
- Austin Prison
- Orleans Parish Prison
- Folsom Prison Blues
- The Man in Black
- All Over Again
- I Walk the Line
- The Man Comes Around
- Waiting on the Far Side Banks of Jordan
- Why Me
- Hey, Porter