You're a city type now, I heard her say,
You've changed so much to the city way,
With your city walk, and your city talk,
You're not the same since you went away.
But the city street in the country ends,
And the country road though it twines and bends
Will one day hum with the traffic roar?
Feel the feet of the rich and poor
And the streets I roam, asphalt or country lane,
Are full of life that I can use to help me grow again.
You’re a country girl, I heard him say,
Wake up and live in the city way,
Life is short get city taut, *
Don’t waste your thyme ** in the country way.
But the city street in the country ends,
And the country road though it twines and bends
Will one day hum with the traffic roar?
Feel the feet of the rich and poor
And the streets I roam, asphalt or country lane,
Are full of life that I can use to help me grow again.
I'll go my way, the way I choose,
Maybe I'll win, maybe I'll lose,
But I will know when life is done
All are the same, and all are one.
But the city street in the country ends,
And the country road though it twines and bends
Will one day hum with the traffic roar?
Feel the feet of the rich and poor
And the streets I roam, asphalt or country lane,
Are full of life that I can use to help me grow again.
*taut / taught - either meaning fits
** thyme/time - either meaning fits
A folklore meaning of thyme is virginity
