Well, c'mon baby, step over the linenYou know this sorta thing happens all the timenC'mon, baby, over and seenOver to me in my new, my new countrynnIn my new countrynnC'mon, darling, gotta give a little leewaynGive a little slack, you're hitting my freewaynYou know by now that, darling, well, nothing is for freenUnless you're with me in my new, my new countrynnIn my new countrynnIn my new country, Lord, everything's finenThere's chicken on the table and gold down in the minenBut that's just part of living there, sure you'll agreenWhen you c'mon here to me in my new, my new countrynnIn my new countrynnC'mon, darling, step over and seenWhere I come from there's just charitynC'mon, baby, over to menOver to me in my new, my new countrynnMy new countrynnMy new country, Lord, is made of sunshinenUntold happiness, sugar, roses and winenStep over to me in my new countrynIn my new country, Lord, everything's finennC'mon, darling, roll down that hillnAt the bottom of the border there's a pie on the sillnC'mon, baby, over and seenOver to me in my new, my new countrynnMy new countrynMy new countrynMy new country