| Fireflies and dogfights
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| Running hot in the heat
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| Street noise, another bribe
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| Things too hard to believe
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| So head out
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| My heart’s in the country
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| My feet is in the city with you
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| All my friends are eating sushi
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| Talking bad about you know who who who
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| My tongue’s talking riddles
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| But I just can’t seem to find a clue
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| So I take a swig of whiskey
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| And jump into the saddle with you, you, you
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| And I just can’t seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
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| I got the city boy blues, I got the city boy blues
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| I got the city boy blues, I got the city boy blues
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| And I just can’t seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
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| Cats in the alley
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| Rats in my snakeskin boots
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| All my neighbors think I’m crazy
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| And my girl thinks I’m losing my cool, cool, cool
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| And I just can’t seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
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| I got the city boy blues, I got the city boy blues
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| I got the city boy blues, I got the city boy blues
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| And I just can’t seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
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| Don’t look to Jesus to change your seasons
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| It’s the American dream
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| Souls of gypsies, road of stone
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| Can’t seem to find no peace so head out
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| And I just can’t seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
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| I got the city boy blues, I got the city boy blues
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| I got the city boy blues, I got the city boy blues
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| And I just can’t seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
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| I got the city boy blues, I got the city boy blues
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| I got the city boy blues, I got the city boy blues
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| I got the city boy blues, I got the city boy blues
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| I got the city boy blues, I got the city boy blues |