Well there's sidewalks and cement And it's concrete evidence That a country boy ain't got no Business livin' in the city. When there's holes in your walking shoes They're just dues that you pay To get yourself an education The big city way. And when you've learned enough You know that livin' on the street Will make your heart as hard as The sidewalk under you feet. I wonder how long I'll last? Just driftin' this way. I wonder if I'll ever find home I can't help thinkin' that break I need Is just around the corner, But there don't seem to be much call for a Man with a sidewalk diploma Well, there's high rent and low rent And there's not much in between For a drifin' drugstore cowboy Can't keep his body clean And you know I could sure use something Soft and warm Like a sweet woman waiting for me Down on the farm.