There's a lot of small towns in this world

Just like the one that I came from

Where any dream you have is just a dream

It ain't nothin' that can truly be done

Well I'm gonna tell yall a little story

About the day I set out to leave

As I was loadin' up and sayin' my goodbyes

Some redneck Einstein said to me:

Well I see ya packed up your suitcase

And I seen ya throw it in the truck

Headed off to the big town are ya?

Heh, well, son I wish ya luck

Now I don't mean to bust your bubble

But boy the way you're thinking's wrong

Go on out and chase that foolish dream of yours

Heh, you'll be back before too long

'Cause You a plowboy

You ain't no city boy

Yeah, you were born with dirty hands

Yeah, you a plowboy

You're thinking silly boy

Just tryin' to make ya understand

What you better do is put them over-alls back on

Go on out and fix that old barn door

Keep your far fetched fantasies to yourself

And fetch a load of feed down at the country store

Better yet, go on, have at it

Go see how high you can fly

But you best be back when that green leaf comes back in, boy

We're gonna need your help come July

'Cause You a plowboy

You ain't no city boy

Yeah, you were born with dirty hands

Yeah, you a plowboy

You're thinking silly boy

Just tryin' to make ya understand

Well now here I am a few years later

I've come a long way from that old farm

I've got stocks and bonds and a house with a cement pump

Got a genuine Rolex on my arm

Well I'd like to ask him what the taste of crow is like

An' see him face the fact that he was wrong

Ya see, I always knew where I was headed

But I never forgot where I was from

Yeah I'm a plowboy

I ain't no city boy

Oh, I was born with dirty hands

Look at me now, boy

Sure is a pity, boy

I couldn't make ya understand

Go milk that cow, boy

And that wood needs splittin', boy

And you best get back to balin' hay

Yeah I'm a plow boy

Well now look who's silly, boy

From now on, be careful what you say

Ya hear

Yeah, yeah