(Just A Poor Ol' Boy) Livin' In Tennessee

I'm just a poor ol' boy livin' in Tennessee,
Workin' hard, bein' the best I can be.
I could be rich, but where would that take me?
Would I still be that same ol' boy from Tennessee?

I've done some travelin', hitchikin' my way,
Wind blowin' in my face, I was like a tree a-sway.
Goin' north on 75 was peculiar in that day,
For I had never seen the wonders which in the mountains lay.
Suddenly, I's in Kentucky, the Bluegrass State,
Where many great horses have charged out the front gate.
It all was so good, and it was all so great,
But it don't compare to the Tennessee state.

Then we got to Ohio, former Union state in the War,
Where people are called buckeyes, and I took a tour
Of Cincinnati, Columbus, Toledo, Cleveland, the "big four,"
And I found out that the land was as cold as my cabin floor.
Ohio is nice, but I wanted to see more,
So I entered Michigan, automobile factories galore.
Detroit was nice, but full of killers, thieves and whores,
And I decided I liked it better doing my Tennessee chores.

Later on, I hopped on a plane for some more travelin',
Just a jetsetter, hell-bent on a-skiddadlin'.
I went to New York, saw Lady Liberty look and grin,
And I knew right then that this was a wild place full of sin.
Boston was a riot, just like revolution times,
But livin' there, I hear, costs some nickels and some dimes.
There's a lotta history, but is that all that is sublime?
I'd rather be home in Tennessee just any ol' time.

I've been to California, to Texas, Hawaii-ki-ki.
In fact, I've been all over this land from sea to shining sea.
Louisiana was a party, but a vision of hell's door key.
I'm so glad Tennessee is home sweet home to me.

I've been to other places, and they all were so nice.
They have lil' things which cause them to entice,
But in the end, there's only one place that does suffice,
And that's livin' here in Tennessee, makin' my daily sacrifice.