Well fast talk and sidewalks They bring me down and they leave me sad They leave me sad Down home's a callin' New York City don’t be mad Don't be mad You know your country cookin' and Saturday night jukin' Ain't the worst I ever had Sand is in my shoes I love to sing the blues It ain't home but it ain't bad No it ain't bad it ain't bad (It ain't home) It ain't home... Well I know for certain that down home lovin' sure is fine Sure is fine Well if you’ve got the notion the down home women they got the time They got time You know your country cookin' and Saturday night jukin'... (It ain't home) No it ain't home... Sing it children (It ain't home) It ain't home... (It ain't home) It ain't home... Do it children do it children