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I've grown tired of the city Need to get away sometimes I like the big bright lights But there she's on my mind I go down to George's farm To rest my weary soul Out in the big wide country Where I want to go Tell your mama and your papa I've been falling down And tell your brother and your sisters I've done hit the ground Without your sweet sweet love Hard times I've done found. Tell your mama and your papa I've been falling down Tell your brother and your sister I've done hit the ground Without your sweet sweet love Hard times I've done found From Letras Mania