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

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Writer(s): Dolly Parton