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C7When I look back, boy I must have been green FBoppin in the country, fishing in a stream C7Looking for an answer, trying to find a sign FUntil I saw your city lights, honey I was blind-they said
A7Get back honky cat, better get back to the woods Well I D7quit those days, and my redneck ways-and-a C7Mmm mmm mmm mmm oh the change is gonna do me good F
Get back honky cat, living in the city ain't where its at, It's like, trying to find gold in a silver mine, its like Trying to drink whisky, from a bottle of wine Well I read some books and some magazines about those High class ladies down in new Orleans and all the Folks back home, well, they said I was a fool, they said Leave them alone, is the golden rule They said stay at home, boy you got to tend the farm, Living in the city boy is, gonna break your heart But, how can you stop when your heart says no, ah-ah How can you stop when your feet say go
C7Get back, honky cat, get back honky cat, get back FWoo