As recorded at Las Vegas in June, 1955 When I'm feeling weary and blue, I'm only too Glad to be left alone Dreaming of a place in the sun when day is done Far from a telephone Hardly ever see the sky Buildings seem to grow so high Give me somewhere peaceful and grand Where all the land Slumbers in monotone I'm world weary, world weary, living 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 Bird's eye view of the Pyrenees I wanna watch the moon rise up See the great red sun go down Watching clouds go by through a windy sky fascinates me But if I do it in the street every cop I meet simply hates me
Because I'm world weary, world weary Tired of all these jumping jacks I wanna get right back to nature and relax I'm world weary, world weary, living in a great big town. I find it 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 improper 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 damned fool faces Because I'm world weary, world weary, I could kiss the railroad tracks, I wanna get right back to nature, Assume a horizontal stature, I wanna get right back to nature and relax.