Big city living can be unforgiving
you keep running 'round everywhere
good chance your neighbors don't care
if you don't have a dollar to spare.
Everyone looking for the next thing cooking
but ending up hungry and mean
Man, that's just not my scene;
I'd much rather just kick back and lean
against the front porch:
Honey, don't you wish
we could go back to Natchitoches,
start a simple life over again,
hanging with a few old friends
where the winding of the Cane River ends?
Wouldn't it be nice to walk under the city lights
with that December moon shining up above?
We could end up falling in love
all over again.
Big city bustle, the heartache, the hustle
of keeping ahead of the game
seems a mite bit insane
to anyone with half a brain.
Everyone crowded inside of a powderkeg
shouting to hear themselves talk;
behind their doublebolt locks;
I'd much rather just take a walk
through the pine trees:
Honey, don't you wish
we were back home in Natchitoches
enjoying the simple life again,
hanging out with some new friends
where the winding of the Cane River ends?
Wouldn't it be great
out at the pier on Sibley Lake
watching the lazy summer sun going down?
Who cares if nothing new happens in town
when you and I are in love?
Some tie their fate
To bright lights and the interstate;
maybe they'll get pretty far,
but me I'll stay satisfied
out in the country,
my wagon hitched on to a star.
23 NOV 2005
Copyright 2005 John Litzenberg. All Rights Reserved.
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