maybe it's me
maybe I'm unlucky
but it's plain to see
everyone is fucking
in this no-tell hotel
except for me
oh, how lonesome
can one farmboy be
why did I leave
Tollerton, Alberta
in New York City
everyone is hurtin'
and I know damn well
that I'm the next in line
oh, how much trouble
can one farmboy find
it's so damn sad
it's so damn lonely
it's too damn bad
I'm the one and only
man who's life
is overripe baloney
compared to everybody else's
one night I met
this waitress down at MOMA
she loved me so rough
nearly slipped into a coma
then she grabbed my car keys
and my wallet too
oh dear Lord
what can one farmboy do
these streets ain't proud
I can't stay
they're overrun with strangers
who talk too loud
and their eyes are filled with danger
it's a big damn crowd
no reason I should stay here
and continue all my bellyaching
it's expensive in Manhattan
papa, start cooking
it's time to grill the fattened
calf and welcome
your prodigal son back home
oh, no more
will one farmboy roam
look out folks
one farmboy's coming home
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