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World weary, world weary
Livin' in a great big town
I find it so dreary, so dreary
Everything looks grey or brown
I want an ocean blue,
great big trees,
a bird's eye view of the Pyrenees
I want to watch the moon rise up
and see the great red sun
go down
Watching clouds go by
through a wintry sky fascinates me
But if I'm standing
in the street,
everyone I meet simply hates me
Because I'm world weary, world weary
I could kiss the railroad tracks
I want to get right back
to nature and relax
World weary,
world weary
Livin' in a great big town
I find this so dreary, so dreary
Everything looks grey or brown
I want a horse and plow, chickens too,
just one cow with a wistful moo
A country where the verb to work
becomes a most improp
er noun
I can hardly wait till
I see the great open spaces
My loving friends
will not be there,
I'm so sick of their gashed on faces
Because I'm world weary, world weary,
I could kiss the railroad tracks
I want to get right back
to nature and relax
And that's typical of me,
I always want to relax.
I want to get right back to nature
and relax.
I am telling you,
I get paid for being this tired too.
I want to get right back to nature.
Oh boys, relax.
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