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Written: Melendres Street, Las Cruces NM 1977


Knees Calhoon was an agreeable contrarian and when the country world was “…getting back to the country…” with “…Willie and Waylon and the boys…” he felt he had to stand up for the inner city. So he dusted off his James Brown chords and wrote what he thought was a sophisticated defense of city living. City living in Dallas yet!


This dusty life I’m livin

S’got its own special rhythm

But the city keeps callin my name out loud

Sayin leave it all behind

I got the land I thought I wanted

But I still feel like I’m haunted

By the uptown women in the downtown bars

Dancin cross my mind, cross my mind.


I’m gonna count my blessings, pack my bags

Stash some grass and haul my ass to Dallas

I’ll be a city-slicker, sailor

And a salesman all in one

Well I wanna be where

There’s always music playin

Where the neon lights me up

Like a midnight son

Midnight son.


So let the suburbs keep on growin,

Let the farmers keep on crowin

Let everybody in their own way

Ride the devil down

I got my mind all made up;

I’m tired of feelin laid up

After I hit every bar in Dallas

Look out Cowtown, Cowtown.


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