I grew up in the middle of nowhere,
Where hay fields stretched to cover a land once bare,
and cows roam for miles in pastures of green,
In a life with few troubles and children are welcomed to be seen,
Home on the farm never seemed like the life for me,
I yearned for the city and land of plenty,
After years of growing up where hard work never showed its return,
I grew up, packed my bags, and left for where I yearned,
To the big apple and the city that never sleeps,
A country boy stepped out of the cab and onto the streets,
The excitement and lights pulled me into its world,
I met a boy dressed as a girl with his hair blonde and curled,
I was lured into a show to see some girls model then strip,
I blushed when they stripped then left and almost tripped,
Back on the street I searched for a life,
Went from store to store looking for work and a place for the night,
People laughed at my accent and laughed when I talked,
In fact they even took notice and laughed at my walk,
I saw street bumbs dressed in rags begging for change,
I gave them all that I had people looked at me as if I were strange,
With my money all gone I had nowhere to sleep,
So I chose a park bench laid back and put up my feet,
I started to count sheep and dozed off into a dream,
Woke up several hours later my feet cold and picked clean,
Someone took my socks and my boots,
My wallet was gone and all of my loot,
the city once sought now left me homesick for sure,
my dreams once clear had started to blurr,
The rat race made a hard working man ask for relief,
With my hands open for aid I was approached by the thief,
I noticed my boots he wore as his own,
He held out a hand full of bills and said ya better go home,
This city once stole me from the place that I loved,
Now Im stuck here, you should go to where you once was,
Years ago I had left the country looking for fame,
But fame was not as good as where I once came,
Where people and families took time to come together,
And kinship and love with prayers kept them together forever,
So go home and marry that sweet apple pie,
The girl that stole your heart and often caught your eye,
The grass is only greener from where you come from,
So take that money and run home as fast as you can son,
You may hate me for stealing your boots,
You need to go back, back to your roots,
The sounds of cows and wind blowing through the fields,
The family time spent together and the big family meals,
The river that flows and the rope swings in the trees,
Summer time fun with people who still no how to say please,
I looked at the man who I once wanted to tare him a new one,
The more that he talked the more I wanted to run,
To run back home to the place I love best,
To a world , my world, a country of gold worth more then any treasure chest,
Fortune and fame would be best left to those without family or friends,
I have everything that I need back home including dad's fences that need me to mend.....
Ok, so I didnt make in the city but I did learn to appreciate the things I took for granted...
When I got back home I was treated with love and not as a failure,
The yard filled with people Barbequing celebrating my return , even Mr Taylor,
The man who said Id never grow up to be anything, Now his hand greets mine as he welcomes me as if I were a king...
Oh and Becky, Yeah of course there had to be a girl, a real girl not some man with pretty curls,
She always caught my eye and in my heart is where shes been kept,
I married her that summer that I returned, Im still me though, I almost over slept......
Originally Posted On Site: 2006-12-28 00:01:29
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