(John Mayall) A couple miles away is the little country school where I go Pedalling a bicycle along a cinder track and life is slow The countryside is pretty but I got to face the city and the world I started drawing pictures and my teachers do the best that they can do I took examinations. I'm accepted in an art college school The countryside is pretty but I got to face the city and the world Commuting every day - I'm a victim of the bustle and the smoke The city suffocates me and the noise of busy people makes me choke The countryside is pretty but I got to face the city and the world Sitting on the bus I feel I'm trapped inside a big machine I dream about the country and the evening air that smells so clean The countryside is pretty but I got to face the city and the world