I ain't got ten dollars Just these dirty clothes And the rags I borrowed somewhere To wipe my bloodshot nose Left eye someone punched it So now I barely see To find my way back to my home in Madison Tennessee Madison's a good old place If banjo music is your taste Been living here, since 63 In Madison Tennessee I haven't got a lot to say I've got some kind of low And I can hear those horns a honkin' Out on Gallatin Road Put my finger on a map Who knows where I might be To find my way back to my home In Madison, Tennessee Madison's a good old place If fiddle music is your taste Been living here, since 63 In Madison Tennessee Out behind the fire hall Under a full moon Fiddlers and banjo pickers Crammed inside a room Playing songs made popular Back in 1923 Raising the roof in a little white house In Madison, Tennessee Madison's a good old place If country music is your taste Been living here, since 63 In Madison Tennessee