When you work the earth for a livin',
And break your back in the field everyday,
And your neighbors are folks who say what they mean,
And you're damn sure they mean what they say,

You're Gettin' Down! You're Gettin' Down!
You're Gettin' Down to the nitty gritty!
You're Gettin' Down! You're Gettin' Down!
You won't find nothin" like it in the city!

If you love the sound of a night train,
Jist a rollin' 'cross the plain,
And you love the smell of a prairie flower,
And bein' out in the drivin' rain,

You're Gettin' Down! You're Gettin' Down!
You're Gettin' Down to the nitty gritty!
You're Gettin' Down! You're Gettin" Down!
And you won't find nothin' like it in the city!

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You're Gettin' Down! You're Gettin' Down!
You're Gettin" Down to the nitty gritty!
You're Gettin' Down! You're Gettin' Down!
You won't find nothin' like it in the city!

And when you meet a girl with long blonde hair,
And she's ridin' a big quarter horse,
And you ask her,"Say, girl, where do you come from?"
And she smiles and says, "Why, Texas, of course!"

Now, You're Gettin' Down! You're Gettin' Down!
You're Gettin' Down to the nitty gritty!
You're Gettin' Down! You're Gettin' Down!
Man, you won't find nothin' like her in the city!

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