Lyrics:

Well I came back to the city and it wasn't very pretty
It was dying
There were some who had more than they could eat
And other with no shoes up on their feet
They were crying
I saw a brother sell his brother while the cops held another
They were laughing
I saw two dogs in the street
A black one and a white one
They were fighting
If it isn't very pretty
Why do they stay in the city
And watch it dying?
Why don't I go back to the country
And sit beneath a plum tree with my sweet little girl
And listen to her singin'?
It's because I'm caught in a trap
Lord, and you know where that's at
It sure ain't the country
Oh, Lord knows, it ain't the country

It's because it's the way I see it
Every night and day I hope to change it
I'm just a city boy
City boy, that's me
Hey! City boy, city boy
Yeah, that's what I am
Woo lord, city boy
Gotta have people around me
Gotta feel that concrete surroundin' me
Oh I'm a city boy, yes I am
Born and bred
City boy
Walks the streets at night
Oh, music everywhere will make me feel alright
City boy, yeah yeah
Oh Lord, city boy
Yeah yeah, city boy
Oh Lord, city boy
Hey hey, city boy
Oh Lord, city boy
Yeah yeah, city boy
Oh Lord, city boy
Yes I am!
I believe I am