F etch down the fiddle rosin up the bow
D on't play me nothing on the r adio
D on't make me remember the Alamo
I'm feeling like a l ittle bit o f Cotton Eyed J oe
No r aging Cajun crawfish st ew
F at batter coming in a lo umamalo u
B oy howdy and howdy damn d o
Something li ke fi ne setting e yes o n you
L et me come down
I won't nev er go bac k up again
O h ho ld me down
L et me come home
I won't nev er go awa y no more
O h le t me come dow n
In a y ounger day back in Te nnes see
The m uddy Mississ ippi used to c all to m e
F loat on a r iver and s et yourself f ree
Run from the f arm and the fa mily tree
Run from the runaway b oy yeah.
N.C. .
N.C. .
So I've been all the places that I ever want to be
I've seen all the people that I ev er wan t to see
I'm sick and tired of being lonely and fr ee
I'm re ady to day for what's wa iting on m e
I'm gotta gi ve up believing I was born to run
Stop ac ting like a man that gets s hot from a gu n
I'm pu tting down roots I want to soak up s un
And st ay right here until my da ys are done
L et me back down
I will n ever go u p ag ain
H old me down tie me on down
L et me go home
I will nev er go awa y no more
O h le t me come ho me
O h l et m e go down