I just threw my bottle at the jukebox
Got tired of hearin them same old songs
I gotta get myself back to Tennessee
Lord, where a country boy belongs..
Now I kinda like those city women
When they walk by, Lord, and the way they smell
I gotta get myself back to Tennessee
Where the woman and the wild cats, they both raise hell..
Now let me tell you something, city slicker
I didn't know this hoochie was your wife
Put that gun back where it belongs
And I'll get myself on home
I'm gonna get my hat, get back to Tennessee
Lord, where a country boy belongs..
