Cripple Creek and old Joe Clark, drinkin' whiskey in the darkCatfish fightin' on the line in that country home of mineFiddle plays a lonesome tune, hound dog howlin' at the moonHogs runnin' wild in the pines in that country home of minePulp salad and turnip greens, fried tomatoes and cornfield beansHuckberry, muscadine in that country home of mineRooster crowin' in the yard, sun comes up and shines real hardWatermelon on the vine in that country home of mineGuitar soloSittin' in a rockin' chair, you all stay with us hereNobody cares about timeIn that country home of mineMe and my brother fishin' in the creekHe comes by and he stays all weekHe's got eight kids and I got nineIn that country home of mineIf I die beneath the city lightsNail my coffin up real tightSend it on to that southbound trainTo that country home of mineBury me where the wind don't blowUp on the hill where the poplars are flyin'Bury me where the birds growI reckon that'll do me fineIn that country home of mineftCripple Creek and old Joe ClarkDrinking whiskey in the darkI reckon that'll do me fineIn that country home of mine