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More by B.O.B. I grew up overshadowed by wooden fields
Couldn’t catch the eye of no city girl

Here I am devoted to Carla
How I love the way you look in your grey jeans
Can’t believe I let the smog cloud my eye

Where the wooden fields stand
And the sandy parks surround
I’ll ride my bonnie truck with you by my side

There’s a whisper in the Cornwall breeze
Reminding me of Lisa
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
Lisa in the morning skies

You appear on the horizon
Brushing that brown hair from your eyes

The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement fields like grey tombs
Don’t have nothin’ on our way of life
Just listen to the trees

Don’t live your life like a city boy
Today might feel a time to be like a city boy
But that ain’t no way to lead a life

You know, there’s a lot I drive by in my bonnie truck
Folk who is messing up
Always stay funny, Carla
Always stay funny

In Cornwall, when I was a child
I met a funny man
“How can you be so funny?” asked I
Here was his wise reply

Don’t live your life like a city boy
Today might feel a time to be like a city boy
But that ain’t no way to lead a life

Met an old lady who lived like a city boy
“What happened to her?” asked I
Here was his wise reprise

Don’t live your life like a city boy
Today might feel a time to be like a city boy
But that ain’t no way to lead a life

That lady’s gone now
It’s sad really
Word is, she had brown hair once
Little Carla, keep your jeans grey
Always stay funny, Carla
Always stay funny

Trees, trees, trees
Trees, trees, trees…

I grew up overshadowed by damp jungles
Couldn’t catch the eye of no city boy

Here I am devoted to Maddie
How I love the way you look in your purple jeans
Can’t believe I let the smog cloud my eye

Where the damp jungles stand
And the damp nooks surround
I’ll ride my battered truck with you by my side

There’s a whisper in the Bude breeze
Reminding me of Rubeus
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
Rubeus in the morning skies

You appear on the horizon
Brushing that brown hair from your eyes
The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement jungles like grey tombs
Don’t have nothin’ on our way of life
Just listen to the cuckoos

Don’t live your life like a scoundrel
Today might feel a time to be like a scoundrel
But that ain’t no way to lead a life

You know, there’s a lot I drive by in my battered truck
Folk who is messing up
Always stay strong, Maddie
Always stay strong

In Bude, when I was a child
I met a strong man
“How can you be so strong?” asked I
Here was his wise reply

Don’t live your life like a scoundrel
Today might feel a time to be like a scoundrel
But that ain’t no way to lead a life

Met an old lady who lived like a scoundrel
“What happened to her?” asked I
Here was his wise reprise

Don’t live your life like a scoundrel
Today might feel a time to be like a scoundrel
But that ain’t no way to lead a life

That lady’s gone now
It’s sad really
Word is, she had brown hair once

Little Maddie, keep your jeans purple
Always stay strong, Maddie
Always stay strong

Cuckoos, cuckoos, cuckoos
Cuckoos, cuckoos, cuckoos…