Madison Tennessee

I ain't got ten dollars
Just these dirty clothes
And the rags I borrowed somewhere
To wipe my bloodshot nose
Left eye someone punched it
So now I barely see
To find my way back to my home in Madison Tennessee

Madison's a good old place
If banjo music is your taste
Been living here, since 63
In Madison Tennessee

I haven't got a lot to say
I've got some kind of low
And I can hear those horns a honkin'
Out on Gallatin Road
Put my finger on a map
Who knows where I might be
To find my way back to my home
In Madison, Tennessee

Madison's a good old place
If fiddle music is your taste
Been living here, since 63
In Madison Tennessee

Out behind the fire hall
Under a full moon
Fiddlers and banjo pickers
Crammed inside a room
Playing songs made popular
Back in 1923
Raising the roof in a little white house
In Madison, Tennessee

Madison's a good old place
If country music is your taste
Been living here, since 63
In Madison Tennessee