Well, I’m on my way to the city lights,
To the pretty face that shines her light on the city nights.
And I gotta catch a noon train. I gotta be there on time.
Oh, it feels so good to know she waits at the end of the line

Sweet, sweet city woman, I can see your face,
I can hear your voice, I can almost touch you
Sweet, sweet city woman And the banjo and me,
we got a feel for singing, yeah, yeah

Bon, c’est bon, bon, bon, c’est bon, bon
Bon, c’est bon, bon, bon, bon, bon
So long, ma. So long, pa.
So long, neighbors and friends.

Like a country morning, all snuggled in dew.
Ah, she’s got a way to make a man feel shiny and new.
And she’ll sing in the evening, old, familiar tunes,
And she feeds me love and tenderness and macaroons.

Sweet, sweet city woman
I can see your face, I can hear your voice
I can almost touch you, sweet, sweet city woman.
And the banjo and me, we got a feel for singing.