Fireflies and dogfights [bad word]  hot in the heat 
Street noise, another bribe 
Things too hard to believe- 
so head out 

My heart's in the country 
My feet's in the city with you 
All my friends are eaten' sushi 
Talkin' bad about you know who who who 
My tongue's talkin' riddles 
But I just can't seem to find a clue 
So I take a swig of whiskey 
And jump into the saddle with you you you 

And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues 
I got the city boy blues 
I got the city boy blues 
I got the city boy blues 
I got the city boy blues 
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues 

Cats in the alley 
Rats in my snakeskin boots 
All my neighbors think I'm crazy 
And my girl thinks I'm losin' my cool cool cool 

And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues 
I got the city boy blues 
I got the city boy blues 
I got the city boy blues 
I got the city boy blues 
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues 

Don't look to Jesus to change your seasons 
It's the American dream 
Souls of gypsies, road of stone 
Can't seem to find no peace so head out 

And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues 
I got the city boy blues 
I got the city boy blues 
I got the city boy blues 
I got the city boy blues 
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues 

I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, 
I got the blues 
I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, 
I got the blues