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John, who grew up as a country boy, doesn’t understand how people live in the cities. In his view, they are in a constant rush, talking nonsense all the time, frowning at things they should be happy with.
Traffic in the city turns my head around
No, no, no, no, no
Backed up on the freeway, backed up in the church
Everywhere you look, there's a frown, frown

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People keep a-talking, they don't say a word
Jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw
Talk up in the White House, talk up to your door
So much going on, I just can't hear

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Hurrying to get there so you save some time
Run, run, run, run, run
Rushing to the treadmill, rushing to get home
Worry 'bout the time you save, save

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