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
  
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  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
  
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  Eatin' grits and gravy and country ham
  Go to church on Sunday with dinner on the grounds
  Tennessee homesick blues are runnin' through my head
  
  Repeat Chorus
  
  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