Cripple Creek and old Joe Clark, drinkin' whiskey in the dark
Catfish fightin' on the line in that country home of mine
Fiddle plays a lonesome tune, hound dog howlin' at the moon
Hogs runnin' wild in the pines in that country home of mine
Pulp salad and turnip greens, fried tomatoes and cornfield beans
Huckberry, muscadine in that country home of mine
Rooster crowin' in the yard, sun comes up and shines real hard
Watermelon on the vine in that country home of mine
Guitar solo
Sittin' in a rockin' chair, you all stay with us here
Nobody cares about time
In that country home of mine
Me and my brother fishin' in the creek
He comes by and he stays all week
He's got eight kids and I got nine
In that country home of mine
If I die beneath the city lights
Nail my coffin up real tight
Send it on to that southbound train
To that country home of mine
Bury me where the wind don't blow
Up on the hill where the poplars are flyin'
Bury me where the birds grow
I reckon that'll do me fine
In that country home of mine
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Cripple Creek and old Joe Clark
Drinking whiskey in the dark
I reckon that'll do me fine
In that country home of mine