Where A Country Boy Belongs

I just threw my bottle at the jukebox

Got tired of hearing them same old songs

Gotta get myself back to Tennessee

Lord, where a country boy belongs

I kinda like those city women

When they walk by, Lord, and the way they smell

Gotta get myself back to Tennessee

Where the women and the wildcats, they both raise hell

Now let me tell you something city slicker

I didn't know this coochie was your wife

Put that gun back where it belongs

and I get myself on home

I'm gonna get on my hat, get back to Tennessee

Lord, where a country boy belongs

Now let me tell you something city slicker

I didn't know this coochie was your wife

Put that gun back where it belongs

And I get myself on home

I'm gonna get on my hat, get back to Tennessee

Lord, where a country boy belongs