| Big City |
| He wanders through this world in search of love Looking everywhere below and above Never looking the one place it just may be Hiding among the hustle and bustle of the Big City Born and raised country through and through To him the Big City would just never do He loves the freedom of the open feilds But misses the gifts a love would yeild Then one day it suddenly appears Like precious sweet music in his ears Her words to him majically appeared Coming from the one place he somewhat feared From the bright lights and loud noises Big City wasn't for this ol' country boy But to this lady his heart he did give Though in the Big City she did live Darrin L. Broyhill |
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| Thank you to POPP PHOTO@aol.com for the use of this picture for my background. |
| Music Entitled: Right There Waiting For You |
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