Post by remo52 on May 2, 2022 5:14:38 GMT -5
This is from a series of releases that Paul made under the pseudonym "User 964848511" in 2017.
Country Boy
Now I ain’t no country boy
Though I probably smell like the ground
And I ain’t no city boy
But from my front step, you can see downtown
I ain’t no suburbanite
Though I vacation out in Florida
Felt out of place every time in Paris
And I’ve cried for home in Iowa
I was wasted at the banquet
Smelled the pines in Maine
Spend more time on the runway than I do in my own driveway
Nothing more stupid than a chorus
That’s why this song has one
Nothing more foolish than that forest
Smack dab in the middle of Manhattan
Man down New Orleans way
Asked me why I used the Lord’s name in vain
I paused for a moment and said
I don’t fucking know, but I’ll watch it … okay?
I don’t know much about gay pride
Your green animal rights and all that important stuff
The only time I feel real cowhide
Is rubbing up against my old rock and roll butt
I ain’t no rich boy
I am the first one off the plane
I ain’t no poverty child
But someone else paid for a long while
Nothing more stupid than a chorus
That’s why this song has got one
Nothing feels more foolish than that forest
Smack dab in the middle of Manhattan
I’ve been gone for a long time (long, long time)
It seems kind of strange
To be greeted by a stranger
Holding up a sign with your last name
Maybe I am a city boy
Or a suburbanite or something in between
But I sure ain’t no country boy
In the back of this long black limousine
Country Boy
Now I ain’t no country boy
Though I probably smell like the ground
And I ain’t no city boy
But from my front step, you can see downtown
I ain’t no suburbanite
Though I vacation out in Florida
Felt out of place every time in Paris
And I’ve cried for home in Iowa
I was wasted at the banquet
Smelled the pines in Maine
Spend more time on the runway than I do in my own driveway
Nothing more stupid than a chorus
That’s why this song has one
Nothing more foolish than that forest
Smack dab in the middle of Manhattan
Man down New Orleans way
Asked me why I used the Lord’s name in vain
I paused for a moment and said
I don’t fucking know, but I’ll watch it … okay?
I don’t know much about gay pride
Your green animal rights and all that important stuff
The only time I feel real cowhide
Is rubbing up against my old rock and roll butt
I ain’t no rich boy
I am the first one off the plane
I ain’t no poverty child
But someone else paid for a long while
Nothing more stupid than a chorus
That’s why this song has got one
Nothing feels more foolish than that forest
Smack dab in the middle of Manhattan
I’ve been gone for a long time (long, long time)
It seems kind of strange
To be greeted by a stranger
Holding up a sign with your last name
Maybe I am a city boy
Or a suburbanite or something in between
But I sure ain’t no country boy
In the back of this long black limousine