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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Statler Brothers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harold Wilson Reid
Songwriter
Don Reid
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerry Kennedy
Producer
歌詞
How are things in Clay, Kentucky?
I 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 that 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
Searching for that pot of gold
But I'm at the end of all my rainbows
And all at once I'm feeling old
And kind of tired of how I'm living
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 getting blue for the bluegrass
And how the old folks are at home
Just let me do the talking
'Cause I know you're not alone
I hear kids back there playing
I hope he don't know it's me
Jesus knows I still love you
And I just had to call and see
How are things in Clay, Kentucky?
I 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 that 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
Written by: Don Reid, Harold Wilson Reid
