Oh City Man

Oh city man, oh city man
Who built them skyscrapers, Mohawk hands
I'm chipping wood, pulling a plow
Digging up the ground where the Indian bowed

And I'm thinking about the well that don't run dry
Thanking the lord for the rain that falls
From the sky

Oh preacher man, oh preacher man
Who made your good book, Greek and Jew hands
I'm planting food, whistling a tune
I heard from a bird
It ain't got no words, but I'll teach it to you

Hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo

Oh Georgia man, oh Georgia man
Who made your moonshine, jackpot hands
I'm picking food on my lottery land
And I know it ain't mine
But I love it so here I stand

And thinking about the well that don't run dry
Thanking the lord for the rain that falls
From the sky

Oh son of man, oh son of man
What did you rise for, the errant human hand
I'm gathering, walking in the woods
I ain't afraid of being lost
But I am afraid of doing no good

Hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo

Oh city man, oh city man
Living on the pavement, in the rain and the wind
Oh city man, oh city man
Come to the wilderness
Where you can be free again