Every time I come home from the country
There's a feeling I cannot deny
City life, yes it's nice
But it just won't suffice
I'm a country-deprived city slicker
Breathe that fresh mountain air
Hear that fiddle and the banjo there
Home, sweet home, may be another place
But it's in the country I live my happy days
When I'm working away at my day job
There's a rhythm that drives from within
When I'm here makin' tin
For much to my chagrin
I'm a country-deprived city slicker
Breathe that fresh mountain air
Hear that fiddle and the banjo there
Home, sweet home, may be another place
But it's in the country I live my happy days
Now, I know how to live in the city
And I love what my city provides
When I'm not bound to serve
I go where I deserve
As a country-deprived city slicker
Breathe that fresh mountain air
Hear that fiddle and the banjo there
Home, sweet home, may be another place
But it's in the country I live my happy days
Breathe that fresh mountain air
Hear that fiddle and the banjo there
Home, sweet home, may be another place
But it's in the country I live my happy days
Brian Junker-Latocha - The City Slicker Lyrics
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Every time I come home from the country
There's a feeling I cannot deny
City life, yes it's nice
But it just won't suffice
I'm a country-deprived city slicker
Breathe that fresh mountain air
Hear that fiddle and the banjo there
Home, sweet home, may be another place
But it's in the country I live my happy days
When I'm working away at my day job
There's a rhythm that drives from within
When I'm here makin' tin
For much to my chagrin
I'm a country-deprived city slicker
Breathe that fresh mountain air
Hear that fiddle and the banjo there
Home, sweet home, may be another place
But it's in the country I live my happy days
Now, I know how to live in the city
And I love what my city provides
When I'm not bound to serve
I go where I deserve
As a country-deprived city slicker
Breathe that fresh mountain air
Hear that fiddle and the banjo there
Home, sweet home, may be another place
But it's in the country I live my happy days
Breathe that fresh mountain air
Hear that fiddle and the banjo there
Home, sweet home, may be another place
But it's in the country I live my happy days
There's a feeling I cannot deny
City life, yes it's nice
But it just won't suffice
I'm a country-deprived city slicker
Breathe that fresh mountain air
Hear that fiddle and the banjo there
Home, sweet home, may be another place
But it's in the country I live my happy days
When I'm working away at my day job
There's a rhythm that drives from within
When I'm here makin' tin
For much to my chagrin
I'm a country-deprived city slicker
Breathe that fresh mountain air
Hear that fiddle and the banjo there
Home, sweet home, may be another place
But it's in the country I live my happy days
Now, I know how to live in the city
And I love what my city provides
When I'm not bound to serve
I go where I deserve
As a country-deprived city slicker
Breathe that fresh mountain air
Hear that fiddle and the banjo there
Home, sweet home, may be another place
But it's in the country I live my happy days
Breathe that fresh mountain air
Hear that fiddle and the banjo there
Home, sweet home, may be another place
But it's in the country I live my happy days
Writer: Brian Junker-Latocha
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