Every Friday night there's a steady cloud of dust That leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks Got old Hank cranking way up loud Got coolers in the back, tailgates down There's a big fire burnin' but don't be alarmed It's just country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm Ed's been on the tractor, ain't seen Becky all week Somebody said they seen 'em heading down to the creek Farmer Johnson's daughters just pulled up in a jeep Man he knows how to grow 'em if ya know what I mean Old Dave's gettin' loud but he don't mean no harm We're just country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm You can have a lot of fun in a New York minute But there's some things you can't do inside those city limits Ain't no closing time, ain't no cover charge Just country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm Well, you can come as you are, there ain't no dress code Just some rural route rules that you need to know Don't mess with the bull, he can get real mean Don't forget to shut the gate, stay out of the beans If it starts to rainin' will just head to the barn We're country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm You can have a lot of fun in a New York minute But there's some things you can't do inside those city limits Ain't no closing time, ain't no cover charge Just country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm Ain't no closing time, ain't no cover charge Just country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm Oh, let's get down, y'all Stay out of that hay

Well, I've walked these streets A virtual stage, it seemed to me Makeup on their faces Actors took their places next to me Well, I've walked these streets In a carnival of sights to see All the cheap thrill seekers The vendors and the dealers, they crowded around me Have I been blind, have I been lost inside Myself and my own mind? Hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have seen? Well, I've walked these streets In a spectacle of wealth and poverty In the diamond market the scarlet welcome carpet That they just rolled out for me And I've walked these streets In the madhouse asylum they can be Where a wild eyed misfit prophet on a traffic island stopped And he raved of saving me Have I been blind, have I been lost inside Myself and my own mind? Hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have seen? Have I been wrong, have I been wise To shut my eyes and play along Hypnotized, paralyzed By what my eyes have found By what my eyes have seen What they have seen Have I been blind? (Blind) Have I been lost? (Lost) Have I been wrong? (Have I been wrong?) Have I been wise? (Have I been wise?) Have I been strong? Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have found? (By what my eyes have found?) In that great street carnival Have I been blind? (Blind) Have I been lost? (Lost) Have I been wrong? (Have I been wrong?) Have I been wise? (Have I been wise?) Have I been strong? Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have found? (By what my eyes have found?) In that great street carnival In that carnival (It's crazy, yeah) (Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized) (By what my eyes have found?) (By what my eyes have found) (In that great street carnival)

Gonna get what's mine and wild horses couldn't keep it from me. Papa says I'm a golden child and the whole world's gonna fall at my feet. It's all coming to me. Going down picking when it's harvest time, Gonna get my share, gonna get what's mine for me. Sun is a-blazing down but I don't mind; I'm picking, I'm digging, it's harvest time for me. When I get my little eye on it, When I get my little mind on it, you best believe. Ole sweet tooth aching in my head, Gonna fill my belly to the brim, oh yes indeed! Hive is a-buzzing in a hollow tree And I don't care if I gotta kill a little honeybee. When I get my little eye on it, When I get my little mind on it, you best believe. Oh my, it's all coming to me. Gonna get what's mine and wild horses couldn't keep it from me. Papa says I'm a golden child and the whole world is gonna fall at my feet. It's all coming to me. Pumpin' and a-suckin' till the well is dry, Nobody's booming in these busted times like me. Down in Texas where the cattle don't roam Oil is a-dripping and the savings and loans, they bleed. When I get my little eye on it, When I get my little mind on it, you best believe. Oh my, it's all coming to me. Papa came along and he shook the tree; Down came a bushel and a peck for me. Papa shooed away all the honeybees. Papa dug a well and it flowed for me. Papa caught the mother-lode fish for me. Papa set a fire and it burned for me. Papa put a skillet in the flame to fry; Papa filled this little silver spoon of mine. Papa said the Lord took a shine to me. Papa said I gotta set the whole world free. Papa said how it's gonna be.

Griselda is greedy, I'm sorry to say. She isn't contented with four meals a day, Like breakfast and dinner and supper and tea (I've had to put tea after supper-you see Why, don't you?) Griselda is greedy as greedy can be. She snoops about the larder For sundry small supplies, She breaks the little crusty bits Off rims of apple pies, She pokes the roast-potato-dish When Sunday dinner's done, And if there are two left in it Griselda snitches one; Cold chicken and cold cauliflower She pulls in little chunks- And when Cook calls: "What are you doing there?" Griselda bunks. Griselda is greedy. Well, that's how she feels, She simply can't help eating in-between meals, And always forgets what it's leading to, though The Doctor has frequently told her: "You know Why, don't you?" When the stomach-ache starts and Griselda says: "Oh!" She slips down to the dining-room When everyone's in bed, For cheese-rind on the supper-tray, And buttered crusts of bread, A biscuit from the biscuit-box, Lump sugar from the bowl, A gherkin from the pickle-jar, Are all Griselda's toll; She tastes the salted almonds, And she tries the candied fruits- And when Dad shouts: "Who is it down below?" Griselda scoots. Griselda is greedy. Her relatives scold, And tell her how sorry she'll be when she's old, She will lose her complexion, she's sure to grow fat, She will spoil her inside-does she know what she's at?- (Why do they?) Some people are greedy. Leave it at that.