Well fast talk and sidewalks

They bring me down and they leave me sad

They leave me sad

Down home's a callin'

New York City don't be mad

Don't be mad



You know your country cookin' and Saturday night jukin'

Ain't the worst I ever had

Sand is in my shoes I love to sing the blues

It ain't home but it ain't bad

No it ain't bad it ain't bad



(It ain't home) It ain't home...



Well I know for certain that down home lovin' sure is fine

Sure is fine

Well if you've got the notion the down home women they got the time

They got time



You know your country cookin' and Saturday night jukin'...



(It ain't home) No it ain't home...



Sing it children



(It ain't home) It ain't home...

(It ain't home) It ain't home...

Do it children do it children