Tennessee Homesick Blues

Tennessee Homesick Blues - Ameritz Tribute Standards

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