Tennessee Homesick Blues (田纳西州的思乡蓝调) - The Hit Crew (热歌组合)
New York City ain't no kind of place
For a country girl with a friendly face
If you smile people look at you funny
They take it wrong
The greenest state in the land of the free
And the home of the Grand Ole Opry
Is calling me back to
My Smoky Mountain home
I wish I had my old fishin' pole
And was sitting on the banks of
The fishing hole
Eating green apples and waiting
For the fish to bite
Life ain't as simple as it used to be
Since the big apple took a bite out of 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
Running through my head
Mama you can fluff my feather bed
Just as soon as I can I'm 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 the pickup truck
And take off to Calhoun
Country 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
Good Lord have mercy on a country girl
Tryin' to make a living in a rhinestone world
It's hard to be a diamond in a rhinestone world
With Tennessee homesick blues
Runnin' through my head
I've got those Tennessee homesick
Blues runnin' through my head
Tennessee homesick blues