Tennessee Homesick Blues

New York City ain’t no kinda place for a country girl with a friendly face.
If you smile, people look at you funny, they take you wrong.
The greenest state in the land of the free, and the home of the Grand Ole' Opry
is calling me back to my Smokey Mountain home.
I wish I had my ole' fishin' pole, and a-sittin' on the banks of the fishin'
hole,
Eatin' green apples and waitin' for the fish to bite.
Life ain’t as simple as it used to be, since the big apple took a bite outa me,
And Lord I’m so Tennessee homesick that I could die.
But I ain’t been home in I don’t know when
If I had it all to do over again
Tonight I’d sleep in my old feather bed.
What I wouldn’t give for a little bitty taste
Of Mama’s homemade chocolate cake.
Tennessee homesick blues is runnin' through my head.
Mama you can float my feather bed
Just as soon as I can I’m a gonna head
Back to the Tennessee hills and it better be soon.
Daddy you can load the rifles up We’re gonna load them dogs on my pickup truck
And head out to Calhoon County and catch us a 'coon.
But I ain’t been home in I don’t know when
If I had it all to do over again
Tonight I’d sleep in my old feather bed.
Eatin' grits and gravy and country ham
Go to church on Sunday with dinner on the ground.
Tennessee homesick blues is runnin' through my head.
And I ain’t been home in I don’t know when
If I had it all to do over again
Tonight I’d sleep in my old feather bed.
Good Lord have mercy on a country girl
Tryin' to make a livin' in a rhinestone world,
It’s hard to be a diamond in a rhinestone world.
Tennessee homesick blues is runnin' through my head.
I’ve got those Tennessee homesick blues runnin' through my head.
Tennessee homesick blues.