It Ain't Home, But It Ain't Bad

Well fast talk and sidewalks
They bring me down and they leave me sad
They leave me sad
Down home’s a callin'
New York City don’t be mad
Don’t be mad
You know your country cookin' and Saturday night jukin'
Ain’t the worst I ever had
Sand is in my shoes I love to sing the blues
It ain’t home but it ain’t bad
No it ain’t bad it ain’t bad
(It ain’t home) It ain’t home…
Well I know for certain that down home lovin' sure is fine
Sure is fine
Well if you’ve got the notion the down home women they got the time
They got time
You know your country cookin' and Saturday night jukin'…
(It ain’t home) No it ain’t home…
Sing it children
(It ain’t home) It ain’t home…
(It ain’t home) It ain’t home…
Do it children do it children