How Are Things In Clay, Kentucky_ · letra

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've had all of what I wanted, But 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 Now 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, But 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've had all of what I wanted, But 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...