Well, I came back to the city
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And it wasn't very pretty,
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It was dying
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There were some who had more than they could eat
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And other with no shoes up on their feet,
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They were crying
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I saw a brother sell his brother
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While the cops held another,
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They were laughing
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I saw two dogs in the street,
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A black one and a white one,
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They were fighting
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If it isn't very pretty
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Why do they stay in the city
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And watch it dying?
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Why don't I go back to the country
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And sit beneath a plum tree with my sweet little girl,
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And listen to her singin'?
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It's because I'm caught in a trap
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Lord, and you know where that's at
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It sure ain't the country
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Oh, Lord knows, it ain't the country
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It's because its the way I see it every night and day
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I hope to change it
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I'm just at city boy,
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City boy, thats me
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Hey! City boy, city boy
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Yeah, yeah, city boy,
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Oh Lord, city boy
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(Burdon/Sterling)
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City Boy
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| The Animals |
