Tennesssee Homesick Blues Dolly Parton

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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 up to Calhoun Country and catch us a coon