As I was trying to put together the events of last
Tuesday, (Coal Creek Discovery Day 2000) it occurred to me that the words
of this song by an unknown, would-be-writer might do the job.
It’s to be sung to the tune of “Rocky Top”.
Also, poetic license is claimed throughout.
I was born in Briceville, down in the Tennessee hills.
Ain’t no commerce in Briceville; ain’t no moonshine stills.
CHORUS:
Briceville, you’ll always be home sweet home to me.
Good ol’ Briceville, Briceville, Tennessee.
Now all the folks around Briceville are honest, kind, and
mild. But, when they get wet from
Coal Creek, they get a little riled.
CHORUS:
Briceville, you’ll always be home sweet home to me.
Good ol’ Briceville, Briceville, Tennessee.
Briceville has a librarian her name is Lynette.
She changed things in Briceville, by teachin’ kids to surf the net.
Now all the kids in Briceville are hoping to find a way; to make good ol’
Briceville a better place to live some day.
CHORUS:
Briceville, you’ll always be home sweet home to me.
Good ol’ Briceville, Briceville, Tennessee.
Well, Barry came to Briceville lookin’ for a place to fish.
But he stayed on in Briceville to give all the kids their wish.
Now Barry’s job in Briceville ain’t no mystery…just clean up the
water, stop the flooding, and tell about our history.
CHORUS:
Briceville, you’ll always be home sweet home to me.
Good ol’ Briceville, Briceville, Tennessee.
Tom Braden works in Briceville, teachin’ the golden rule.
He said, “Let’s bring it all together here in Briceville School.
Connie, Baird, Lynch, Carden, Albert, and Creasey all were celebrities.
Look! Over yonder’s
“Hollywood” flyfishin’ in the trees.
CHORUS:
Briceville, you’ll always be home sweet home to me.
Good ol’ Briceville, Briceville, Tennessee.
The Engineerin’ school at UT also turned out, along with a
bunch of other people who just like to fish for trout.
Then Zach Wamp brought us a flag all the way from D.C.
He gave it to the Scouts who raised it up for everyone to see.
CHORUS:
Briceville, you’ll always be home sweet home to me.
Good ol’ Briceville, Briceville, Tennessee.
After he’d walked around shakin’ hands and was about to
wilt, here came the ladies from the Church of God and gave him a hand made
quilt. So after that we said
goodbye with a great big grin. We
don’t know when and we don’t know how, but you all come again.
CHORUS:
Briceville, you’ll always be home sweet home to me.
Good ol’ Briceville, Briceville, Tennessee.
Submitted by: Rev.
Roy Daugherty