B.O.B. - More lyrics

I grew up overshadowed by wooden fields Couldn’t catch the eye of no city girl Here I am devoted to Carla How I love the way you look in your grey jeans Can’t believe I let the smog cloud my eye Where the wooden fields stand And the sandy parks surround I’ll ride my bonnie truck with you by my side There’s a whisper in the Cornwall breeze Reminding me of Lisa That whisper builds That whisper cries Lisa in the morning skies You appear on the horizon Brushing that brown hair from your eyes The city folk with their fancy gadgets Cement fields like grey tombs Don’t have nothin’ on our way of life Just listen to the trees Don’t live your life like a city boy Today might feel a time to be like a city boy But that ain’t no way to lead a life You know, there’s a lot I drive by in my bonnie truck Folk who is messing up Always stay funny, Carla Always stay funny In Cornwall, when I was a child I met a funny man “How can you be so funny?” asked I Here was his wise reply Don’t live your life like a city boy Today might feel a time to be like a city boy But that ain’t no way to lead a life Met an old lady who lived like a city boy “What happened to her?” asked I Here was his wise reprise Don’t live your life like a city boy Today might feel a time to be like a city boy But that ain’t no way to lead a life That lady’s gone now It’s sad really Word is, she had brown hair once Little Carla, keep your jeans grey Always stay funny, Carla Always stay funny Trees, trees, trees Trees, trees, trees… I grew up overshadowed by damp jungles Couldn’t catch the eye of no city boy Here I am devoted to Maddie How I love the way you look in your purple jeans Can’t believe I let the smog cloud my eye Where the damp jungles stand And the damp nooks surround I’ll ride my battered truck with you by my side There’s a whisper in the Bude breeze Reminding me of Rubeus That whisper builds That whisper cries Rubeus in the morning skies You appear on the horizon Brushing that brown hair from your eyes The city folk with their fancy gadgets Cement jungles like grey tombs Don’t have nothin’ on our way of life Just listen to the cuckoos Don’t live your life like a scoundrel Today might feel a time to be like a scoundrel But that ain’t no way to lead a life You know, there’s a lot I drive by in my battered truck Folk who is messing up Always stay strong, Maddie Always stay strong In Bude, when I was a child I met a strong man “How can you be so strong?” asked I Here was his wise reply Don’t live your life like a scoundrel Today might feel a time to be like a scoundrel But that ain’t no way to lead a life Met an old lady who lived like a scoundrel “What happened to her?” asked I Here was his wise reprise Don’t live your life like a scoundrel Today might feel a time to be like a scoundrel But that ain’t no way to lead a life That lady’s gone now It’s sad really Word is, she had brown hair once Little Maddie, keep your jeans purple Always stay strong, Maddie Always stay strong Cuckoos, cuckoos, cuckoos Cuckoos, cuckoos, cuckoos…