City boys singing country songs
And they tell you what they've seen
City boys singing country songs
But they don't know what they mean
How can a boy from Philly tell ya
How it feels it feels to be in the arms
Of an Oklahoma girl
And how can a New Yorker born and raised
Taste the taste of the popcorn
In an Indiana drive-in movie
City boys wearing western blue jeans
Walking down the streets
Snap down shirt
And cowboy boots
Just a shining on their feet
What good will blue jeans do ya
If you ain't gonna roll around
In the Mississippi mud awhile
And how will the boots come in that handy
If the dandy don't wanna walk across an Iowa cornfield
On a Sunday morning
City boys singing country songs
And they tell you what they've seen
City boys singing country songs
But they don't know what they mean
Now how can a boy from Philly tell ya
How it feels it feels to be in the arms
Of an Oklahoma girl
And how can a New Yorker born and raised
Taste the taste of the popcorn
In an Indiana drive-in movie
BJ Thomas - City Boys Lyrics
BJ Thomas - City Boys Lyrics
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City boys singing country songs
And they tell you what they've seen
City boys singing country songs
But they don't know what they mean
How can a boy from Philly tell ya
How it feels it feels to be in the arms
Of an Oklahoma girl
And how can a New Yorker born and raised
Taste the taste of the popcorn
In an Indiana drive-in movie
City boys wearing western blue jeans
Walking down the streets
Snap down shirt
And cowboy boots
Just a shining on their feet
What good will blue jeans do ya
If you ain't gonna roll around
In the Mississippi mud awhile
And how will the boots come in that handy
If the dandy don't wanna walk across an Iowa cornfield
On a Sunday morning
City boys singing country songs
And they tell you what they've seen
City boys singing country songs
But they don't know what they mean
Now how can a boy from Philly tell ya
How it feels it feels to be in the arms
Of an Oklahoma girl
And how can a New Yorker born and raised
Taste the taste of the popcorn
In an Indiana drive-in movie
And they tell you what they've seen
City boys singing country songs
But they don't know what they mean
How can a boy from Philly tell ya
How it feels it feels to be in the arms
Of an Oklahoma girl
And how can a New Yorker born and raised
Taste the taste of the popcorn
In an Indiana drive-in movie
City boys wearing western blue jeans
Walking down the streets
Snap down shirt
And cowboy boots
Just a shining on their feet
What good will blue jeans do ya
If you ain't gonna roll around
In the Mississippi mud awhile
And how will the boots come in that handy
If the dandy don't wanna walk across an Iowa cornfield
On a Sunday morning
City boys singing country songs
And they tell you what they've seen
City boys singing country songs
But they don't know what they mean
Now how can a boy from Philly tell ya
How it feels it feels to be in the arms
Of an Oklahoma girl
And how can a New Yorker born and raised
Taste the taste of the popcorn
In an Indiana drive-in movie
Writer: BILL DEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group