Down Home Country Boy

I’m just a down home, home-grown country boy.
I like my Mom and I love Conway Twitty.
And I love to work the land and the plants I grow myself
On the ledge of my apartment in the city.
Oh what happiness I bring when I twang when I sing,
And the cash register rings for this down home country boy.
I was born in New Jersey, where I lived for most my life,
Started playing a guitar with my friend Pat.
Well there was a lot of lean years and I almost gave it up,
‘til I found these boots and this old cowboy hat.
And now I twang when I sing, oh what happiness I bring,
And the cash register rings for this down home country boy.
Some say my songs are all the same, but I usually change some words.
I sing about the West and outlaw men.
And I sing about the parries and the hills of Tennessee,
Those great places where I ain’t never been.
And then I twang when I sing, oh what happiness I bring,
And the cash register rings for this down home country boy.
My life was much too plain to make it big in Country Rock,
I’m not lonely and I’ve never been in jail.
Well I knew I’d never make it so I had to make it up.
That back woods hard luck story never fails.
And now I twang when I sing, oh what happiness it brings,
When the cash register rings for this down home country boy.