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 fishing 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 head off to Calhoun 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 Eating grits and gravy and country ham Go to church on Sunday with dinner on the grounds Tennessee homesick blues are running 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 Trying to make a living in a rhinestone world It’s hard to be a diamond in a rhinestone world With Tennessee homesick blues running through my head I’ve got those Tennessee homesick blues running through my head Tennessee homesick blues