As a child on the farm

I was warned of the wiles of the city

Of that demon disguise

As the dirt in the skies of the city



Well they say the proximity warps their minds

Until they're shooting one another just pass the time

And we live it appears

Both in spite and in fear of the city



I was constantly told

How our lives were controlled by the city

How they keep us in debt

With the trends that they set it's a pity



Now the beautiful people in the magazines

Got the normal ones living beyond their means

And the things that they said

Made me go in my head to the city



When I finally came

There's some things still the same in the city

You still lie under the thumb

Of the rich and the young and the pretty



Well they weren't much different than we might act

If there was that many others that closely packed

It's an ancient idea

But it struck me so clear in the city