Well I’ve spent a little time up in Chicago And that cold north wind, well it just ain’t made for me Well the bright lights always shine, between the traffic and the crime Makes me wish I was in the hills back in Tennessee.
Yeah, I’ve been known to hang out some in Pittsburg But a boy like me, well, he just can’t stay for long I’d rather ride my Harley bike and camp out every night Back there in them sticks where I belong.
(Chorus) ‘Cause the tea just ain’t as sweet in New York City And them Detroit women ain’t never been as fine Well, I’ll be doing good soon as I leave here And get back down beneath that Dixieline.
Well I had myself a lady up in Boston But I couldn’t talk her into coming home So one night while she lay sleepin’, out the window I was leavin’ Bought a ticket back and I was gone.
Then I took a little trip to Albuquerque But for three days straight, all it did was rain Lord I couldn’t hang around, well, I just had to ditch that town And hopped a ride on a big ol’ south bound train.