Big City Blues

Well, I went into work late again for the third time this week
These ‘work all day’, ‘big city’ blues is somethin’ I can’t beat
I just can’t get my feet on the floor when that rooster starts to crow
If I had to leave this world tomorrow, Lord, this ain’t no way to go

Well, ‘pushin’ pens’ has never been my idea of fun
And first chance I get I’m gonna take my guitar and run
Think I’ll head up to Kentucky, the birthplace of Bill Monroe
And I’ll be singin’ high and lonesome when that evenin’ sun sinks low

Ooh ooh, Ooh ooh, Ooh ooh ooh

Well, the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard is a bluegrass band that’s tight
And if the air is cool, and the jug is full, we might just play all night
And when old wild Bill gets his fill, you know that he’ll start howlin’ at the moon
As we dance the whole night away to an old fiddle tune

Ooh ooh, Ooh ooh, Ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh, Ooh ooh, Ooh ooh ooh