Fetch down the fiddle, rosin up the bow Don't play me nothing on the radio Don't make me remember the Alamo I'm feeling like a little bit of Cotton Eyed Joe No ragin' Cajun crawfish stew Fat batter come a lou mamma lou Boy howdy and howdy damn do Something like fine setting eyes on you Let me come down, I won't never go back up again Oh, hold me down Let me come home, I won't never go away no more Oh let me come down In a younger day back in Tennessee The muddy Mississippi used to call to me Float on a river and set yourself free Run from the farm and the family tree Run from the runaway boy So I've been all the places that I ever want to be I've seen all the people that I ever want to see I'm sick and tired of being lonely and free I'm ready today for what's waiting on me I'm gonna give up believing I was born to run And stop acting like a man that gets shot from a gun I'm putting down roots, I want to soak up sun And stay right here until my days are done Let me back down, I will never go up again Hold me down, tie me on down Let me go home, I will never go away no more Oh let me come home Oh let me go down
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