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Tennessee Homesick Blues

Höfundur lags: Dolly Parton Flytjandi: Dolly Parton Sent inn af: Anonymous

[C]New York City ain't no kind of place
For a [F]country girl with a friendly face
If you [C]smile people look at you [G7]funny they [F]take it [C]wrong

The greenest state in the land of the free
And the [F]home of the Grand Ole Opry
Is [C]calling me back to my [G7]Smoky [F]Mountain [C]home


I wish I had my old fishing pole
And was [F]sitting on the banks of the fishing hole
Eating [C]green apples and [G7]waiting for the [F]fish to [C]bite

Life ain't as simple as it used to be
Since [F]the big apple took a bite out of me
And [C]Lord I'm so Tennessee [G7]homesick [F]that I could [C]die  

But I ain't been home in I [F]don't know [C]when
If I [F]had it all to do [C]over again
Tonight I'd sleep in [G7]my old [F]feather [C]bed  
What I wouldn't give for a [F]little bitty [C]taste
Of [F]Mama's homemade [C]chocolate cake
Tennessee homesick [G7]blues running [F]through my [C]head


Mama you can fluff my feather bed
Just as [F]soon as I can I'm gonna head
Back [C]to the Tennessee [G7]hills and it [F]better be [C]soon

Daddy you can load the rifles up
We're gonna [F]load them dogs on the pickup truck
And [C]head off to Calhoun [G7]County and [F]catch us a [C]coon

But I ain't been home in I [F]don't know [C]when
If I [F]had it all to do [C]over again
Tonight I'd sleep in [G7]my old [F]feather [C]bed  
Eating grits and gravy [F]and country [C]ham  
Go to [F]church on Sunday with [C]dinner on the grounds
Tennessee homesick [G7]blues are running [F]through my [C]head

And I ain't been home in I [F]don't know [C]when
If I [F]had it all to do [C]over again
Tonight I'd sleep in [G7]my old [F]feather bed
Good [C]Lord have mercy on [F]a country [C]girl
[E7]Trying to make a living in a [F]rhinestone world
It's hard to be a diamond in a [Am]rhine[G7]stone [F]world
With [C]Tennessee homesick [G7]blues running through my [F]head
I've got those [C]Tennessee homesick [G7]blues running through my [F]head
Tennessee homesick [C]blues


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

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