Now I till the soil and I feel like a man
Every now and then I like to burn my hand
Back in the city my blood used to boil
Now I soak up the sun with my toes in the soil
I think you'd agree the city ain't for me
Out in the country where I want to be
I can't get falafel and the sushi's no good, but out in the county we grow our own food
I take a piss on my land and go climb the roof
I burn my other hand just to show you the proof
I get a little sympathy from old mary jane
I go light a bonfire and no one complains
I think you'd agree the city ain't for me
Out in the country where I want to be I can't get falafel and the sushi's no good, but out in the county we grow our own food