The city blues they strike againnAnother worker drops his pennHe wants to be donenAnd out on the runnnAway from her curse, he'd swap all his worthnTo be a man of the earthnFor 2 or 3 weeks of the yearnAn Easter Bunny brings Christmas cheernnHe's out of his head and toasting the deadnAnd feeling much worse, he'd swap all his worthnTo be a man of the earthnTo swap all his worthnnTo be a man of the earthnWords become the man if only he could write a sonnetnHe'd place his life upon it to be a man of the earthnA man of the earth, he'd swap all his worthnnTo be a man of the earthnThe wife and kids are already therenThey're polishing his wicker chair it's looking so bleaknAt the end of the week he'll be needing a nursennHe'd swap all his worth to be a man of the earthnA man of the earthnWords become the man if only he could write a sonnetnHe'd place his life upon it to be a man of the earthnnA man of the earth, he'd swap all his worthnTo be a man of the earthnA man of the earth