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
& 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, & all at once I'm feelin' old
I count the tires of how I'm livin', of what I am & what I'm not
& the only gold in New York City is in a Salvation Army pot
I'm gettin' blue for the bluegrass & how the old folks are at home
Just let me do the talkin', 'cause I know you're all alone
I hear kids back there playin'; I won't be, don't notice me
Jesus knows I still love you, but I just had to call & 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
& how things are in Clay, Kentucky, has been lately on my mind
& how things are in Clay, Kentucky, has been lately on my mind
Coda: same as intro