Urban Farmboy

Somebody told me a month or two back along
That I was a misfit, my time & my place was wrong
He was a manicured man, with a silky soft wife
And they both told me that I wasn't cut out for this life

It's plain to see, they said with such pity
By the way you present you weren't made for the city
The old boy shook his head, and again looked me over
And snickered and said 'Boy, you belong in the clover'

Well now I already knew this, but had not yet decided
Why country and city had to be so divided
Why one place for people, and another for plants
Or one place to flower and another to dance

And so back at the apartment, we drew up a plan
To change the concrete and pavement, back into real land
We'd start with the sidewalk and plant some tomato
And put in the garlic right outside Pub Sebago

Tell me now where can I harvest plants, and get a pair of pants
Or worry 'bout the rains and hear the rumbles of a train
Where can I use a hoe, and reap just what I sow
Talk it in the city boy, and walk it country slow

Well I can plainly see that the city ain't for me
When it's hard to see the stars at night
Hard to see the mornin' light
But I got to beware, with lots of people who care
'Bout their friend in the city, and people feelin' pretty
Uh huh

Tell me now where can I harvest plants, and get a pair of pants
Or worry 'bout the rains and hear the rumbles of a train
Where can I use a hoe, and reap just what I sow
Talk it in the city boy, and walk it country slow