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 raging cajun crawfish stew, fat batter coming in a lumalamalu.
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, 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.
[indecipherable grunting]