A New York City is a thousand miles away And if you ask me, I'll tell you that's okay Now I'm not trying to put the big apple down Because they don't need a man like me in town D I pick cotton down on the Dixie line Work hard all day trying to make a dime A But that's all right, that's okay by me Because that's the way that it was meant to be Chorus: G D Big city, hard times don't bother me A I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be I don't like smoke choking up my air And some of those city folks well they don't care I don't like cars buzzing around I don't even want a piece of concrete in my town I like sunshine, fresh clean air Makes me feel like you wouldn't care but That's all right, each to his own But one smell from the city And this country boy is gone Chorus Well, I don't want to even read about it Let me tell you something, let me tell you true What's right for me might not be right for you Well, you live your way, I'll live mine And I hope that your happy all the time I pick cotton down on the Dixie line Work hard all day trying to make a dime But that's all right, that's okay by me Because that's the way that it was supposed to be Chorus Let me tell you, I said Chorus Ooh, that's my way, baby I don't want you to even tell me about the big city I don't want to read about it | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D G |