The city musician plays like a magician
Though he plays a little different than me.
Hes stretched in the girth, and he knows what hes worth,
Hes a wizard to listen to and a pleasure to see.
Oh the city musician shows me what Im missing,
With my head so far away from the town.
I will likely grow old, and I could die from cold,
This move to the mountains aint quite like its told.
Cause you cant watch the T.V., You cant watch the movies,
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You just watch the trees if the moon gives you light.
You cant eat in restaurants, and your needs get to be wants,
But your body gets strong, and youre breathing good air.
Yes the city musician shows me what Im missing,
Though Im slower to pick up new chords.
But I wont get sad, about the things I aint had,
Theres a big hunk of land that Im headin towards.
Where you cant watch the T.V., etc.