The Statler Brothers – Letras de How Are Things In Clay, Kentucky?

(written by: Harold & Don Reid)

How are things in Clay, Kentucky?
Bet you thought I'd never care
There was a time when I felt lucky
Just to be away from there.

I'd had all of what I wanted,
Now what I want, I just can't find
And how things are in Clay, Kentucky,
Has been lately on my mind.

All alone in New York City,
Searchin' for that pot of gold
But I'm at the end of all my rainbows,
And all at once I'm feelin' old.

I'm kinda tired of how I'm livin',
Of what I am and what I'm not
And the only gold in New York City
Is in a Salvation Army pot.

I'm gettin' blue for the bluegrass
And how the old folks are at home
Just let me do the talkin',
'Cause I know you're not alone.

I hear kids back there playin';
I hope he, don't know it's me
Jesus knows I still love you,
And I just had to call and see.

How things are in Clay, Kentucky.
Bet you thought I'd never care
There was a time when I felt lucky
Just to be away from there.

I'd had all of what I wanted,
Now what I want, I just can't find
And how things are in Clay, Kentucky,
Has been lately on my mind.

And how things are in Clay, Kentucky,
Has been lately on my mind...