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When I look back, boy I must have been green
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Boppin in the country, fishing in a stream
D7
Looking for an answer, trying to find a sign
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Until I saw your city lights, honey I was blind-they said
B7
Get back honky cat, better get back to the woods
Well I
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quit those days, and my redneck ways-and-a
D7
Mmm mmm mmm mmm oh the change is gonna do me good
G
Get back honky cat, living in the city ain’t where its at,
It’s like, trying to find gold in a silver mine, its like
Trying to drink whisky, from a bottle of wine
Well I read some books and some magazines about those
High class ladies down in new Orleans and all the
Folks back home, well, they said I was a fool, they said
Leave them alone, is the golden rule
They said stay at home, boy you got to tend the farm,
Living in the city boy is, gonna break your heart
But, how can you stop when your heart says no, ah-ah
How can you stop when your feet say go
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Get back, honky cat, get back honky cat, get back
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Woo
