THERE AIN'T NO BEVERLY HILLS IN TENNESSEE
Writers: Bud McGuire, Marty Raybon

 

I GREW UP IN TENNESSEE PLOWING THAT OLD ROCKY GROUND
SHE HAD A JOB AT THE CAFE JUST OUTSIDE OF TOWN
I MET HER WHEN SHE WAS JUST EIGHTEEN
WE MARRIED AND SETTLED DOWN
AND ALL WE HAD TO START WITH WAS LOVE ON COMMON GROUND

BUT THE FURROWED FIELDS GREW LONGER WITH EACH PASSING DAY
AND I BEGAN TO FEEL HER FEEL THE WEIGHT OF A CHAIN
I SAW HER YOUNG HEART FADING
SHE NEEDED MORE THAN ME
AND MY LOVE COULDN’T HOLD HER HERE IN TENNESSEE

CHORUS
THERE AIN’T NO CALIFORNIA GOLD IN A SMOKEY MOUNTAIN STREAM
THERE AIN’T NO SILVER LINING TO LACE A POOR BOYS DREAM
AS SHE WALKED AWAY, I WAS THINKING SOMEDAY
SHE’D COME ON BACK TO ME
BUT THERE AIN’T NO BEVERLY HILLS IN TENNESSEE

SOLO

BRIDGE
I BURY MY FACE IN THESE OLD CALLOUSED HANDS
THINKING ON BETTER DAYS
BUT I KNOW DEEP INSIDE THIS HILLBILLY HEART
THERE AIN’T ONE HEADED MY WAY

CHORUS