Lyrics

Uptown City, Downhome Soul
Copyright 2003, J. Fuller

VERSE: He had himself a job down on Wall Street,
there were ups and downs, but he survived the heat,
made himself a little money, loved his kids and wife,
but somehow, somethin' just didn't feel right,
all day long it was "Yes Sir, No Sir", but that promotion
never got any closer...he'd jump in the taxi for the long
ride home, put on a Walkman radio...

One time a country station came over the phones,
he was singin' along with George Jones,
he felt the joy, he felt the pain,
that music went through him like a subway train,

CHORUS: He's uptown city, with a downhome soul,
his people came here, a long time ago,
never thought he had it in him....well,
whaddaya know.....
he's uptown city, with a downhome soul.

VERSE: Talkin' with his mom on the telephone,
he asked her again where her people came from,
she said if I recall the family tree, your great-great-grand-
parents came from Tennessee,
your great-Granpa played fiddle and guitar,
but money was tight, he never got far, when times got
tougher, they left the hills, headed up north, to work in
the mills.....they scrimped and saved, worked plenty
hard, the next generation had a house and yard, your
granpa raised me in a country way, and son, that's why I'm
proud to say...

CHORUS

BRIDGE: Well it's in his blood, so it's on his mind, to go and
discover his roots....he's gonna trade in that city spitshine
for a pair of boots.....

VERSE: He went ahead and quit that Wall Street rig,
he and his wife, bought a big rig,
not an 18-wheeler, but an SUV, gonna pack
up the kids, and head to Tennessee,
meet some family never met before, give 'em a ring,
knock on the door, fly by the moon, steer by the stars,
jump in, honey, it ain't that far...

CHORUS and OUT