Now I’m no country bumpkin

And I (sure as hell) ain’t no city pumpkin

Cause I ain’t got no phony smile

Carved into my face

Now I’m no macho hero

My joy is not to carry weight

Yet I was born with this load on my shoulder

The burden of love and hate

It sure gets lonely

An honest boy in the city

It sure gets lonely

Too gentle for the countryside

Now a-mighty many things are awful painful

But none quite so painful

As breathing in a world

Looking for a love

From anybody else

Yet everybody else

Has spent what little love they swear they’ve got

All unto themselves