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 ol' 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 --- Tennessee Homesick Blues - Dolly Parton