The city is a big black smoking monster
Man is it slave by night and day
Man is the slave that only want's to
Try to get away

Say what you will,
The countryside is still
The only place where I could settle down
Troubles there are so much rarer
Out of town

Spring starts to spring
The cuckoo starts to sing
A song to take the edge off winter's frown
And spring cleaning has a meaning
Out of town

Up there the sun is a big yellow duster
Polishing the blue, blue sky
With white fluffy clouds in a cluster
Hanging on the breeze to dry

Trees everywhere
With blossom in their hair
And Mother Nature wears her newest gown
What I'd give once more to live
Right out of town.

Up there the sun is a big yellow duster
Polishing the blue, blue sky
With white fluffy clouds in a cluster
Hanging on the breeze to dry

Trees everywhere
Blossom in their hair
And Mother Nature wears her newest gown
What I'd give once more to live
Right out of town.