i look out on the grey of new york city to see some children playing in the snow central park in winter should look pretty but new york ain t a place for kids to grow and my memory takes me back again to winters that i ve seen fields and wooded hills where snow could fall and keep it s clean where i d wake unto the wonder of the west virginia morn city boy country born and i watch the garbage scows plow up the river filled with things new yorkers throw away i watch the skinny dipping children and i shiver lord that hudson river ain t no place to play and my memory takes me back again to rivers that i ve seen lazy country rivers that just flow and feed the green you can fish em you can drink em you can swim em when your warm city boy country born and i see the heart of new york city mothers as they hurry home across the brooklyn bridge to feed their children dixie cups of instant coffee and frozen tv dinners front the fridge and my memory takes me back again to dinners that i ve seen home cured crispy bacon buttered corn and country beans and a cup of mama s coffee cooking stoves that kept me warm city boy country born