[Intro]
Well, I reckon I got a tale to tell,
'Bout a city feller in a trouble spell.
A big ol' hoodie and some shiny bling,
Living wild, doing all kinds of things.
[Verse 1]
Down in the city, where the neon lights glow,
There's a man with big lips, fast and loud, y'know.
Loves his chicken, watermelon, he's got a gang,
Livin' life risky, got a Glock on his dang.
[Pre-Chorus]
Living on the edge, with food stamps in his hand,
Government handouts in this concrete land.
Drugs in his pocket, trouble's his game,
But grandkids, listen, this ain't no fame.
[Chorus]
Don't be like that city feller, no sir,
Thinkin' he's tough, but he's just a spiller,
Of trouble and stories that ain’t worth a dime,
Stay on the farm, take your time.
[Verse 2]
Darker skinned, with a big chain around his neck,
Hustlin' and bustlin', what the heck?
He’s part of a gang, doin' wrong and wrong,
But old farm boy’s wisdom sings a different song.
[Pre-Chorus]
Living on the edge, with food stamps in his hand,
Government handouts in this concrete land.
Drugs in his pocket, trouble's his game,
But grandkids, listen, this ain't no fame.
[Chorus]
Don't be like that city feller, no sir,
Thinkin' he's tough, but he's just a spiller,
Of trouble and stories that ain’t worth a dime,
Stay on the farm, take your time.
[Bridge]
Now I love my watermelon, chicken too,
But I know a lotta fine folks, honest and true.
City life ain’t always the way to go,
Better to grow where the tall grass grows.
[Outro]
So remember, my grandkids, stay humble and kind,
Keep your head up, and a clear mind.
There’s truth in these country roads,
Not in trouble, guns, or costly loads.
Boommonster44
