When I look back,

boy, I must have been green,

bop pin’ in the coun try,

fish in’ in a stream,

look in’ for an an swer,

try in’ to find a sign.

Un til I saw your cit y lights,

hon ey, I was blind.

They said,

“Get back, hon ky cat.

Bet ter get back to the woods.”

Well, I

quit those days

and my

red neck ways

and a,

hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm,

oh,

the change is gon na do me good.

“You bet ter get back,

hon ky cat.

Liv in’ in the cit y ain’t where it’s at.

It’s like

tryin’ to find gold in a

sil ver mine.

It’s like

tryin’ to drink whis key,

oh,

from a bot tle of wine.”

Well, I read some books and I read some mag a zines

a bout those

high class la dies down in

New Or leans, and all the

folks back home, well, they said I was a fool.

They said,

“Oh,

be liev in’ the Lord

is the gold en rule.”

They said, “Get back,

hon ky cat.

Bet ter get back to the woods.”

But I

quit those days

and my

red neck ways

and,

ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,

oh,

the change is gon na do me good.

They said, “Get back,

hon ky cat.

Bet ter get back to the woods.”

But I

quit those days

and my

red neck ways

and,

ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,

oh,

the change is gon na do me good.

They said,

They said,

“Stay at home,

boy, you got ta tend the farm.

Liv in’ in the cit y, boy, is is gon na break your heart.”

But

how can you stay when your

heart says no?

Ah, ah,

how can you stop when your

feet say go?

“You bet ter

Get back, hon ky cat, get back, hon ky cat, get back, (G)ooh.

Get back, hon ky cat, get back, hon ky cat, get back, (G)ooh.