I wish I was in bowling Green Sittin in a chair With one arm around this old guitar And the other round my dear, the other round my dear Bowling Green, hey, good old bowling green Ive been all around this whole wide world Been to Tennessee But theres no other place that I would rather be Thats home sweet home to me Bowling Green, hey, good old bowling green If I had a dollar for every song Ive sung I could live in clover until my race was run Until my race was run, until my race was run But I aint got a dollar, I aint got one thin dime But I got a sweetie pie who loves me all the time Who loves me all the time Bowling Green, hey, good old bowling green