A fast folk-blues-style song lyric about the age old - and somewhat unrealistic - hope that things will be better, somewhere else.  You can listen to a version of this song on my YouTube at https://youtu.be/k3zFCMUntGQ

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Well, this big, shiny city’s

Turned cold and grey

Gonna pack my belongings

And be on my way

Hit the road

Move on further down the line

You know the grass is always greener

Over on the other side

Well, the gals in this town

Been makin’ me blue

Friends when you got money

When you’re broke don’t know you

Hit the road

Move on further down the line

You know the grass is always greener

Over on the other side

Well, over the next hill’s

Land of honey and milk

Beds softest feathers

Sheets smoothest silk

The gals are so friendly

They’ll treat you just right

Least that’s what I hear

Wanna find out tonight

Yeah, round the next bend

The women’s so fine

Can’t wait to know you

Show you a good time

Kissin’ and lovin’

So eager to please

Yeah, that’s where I’m going

Where the grass is so green

Well, I hope I’ll find heaven

The next time around

I’m sure what I’m seekin’s

Over in the next town

Hit the road

Move on further down the line

You know the grass is always greener 

Over on the other side

By Mike Turner

From: United States

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