Lyrics:

Run, run, run - Your papa's got a gun
And daddy says he don't like boys like me

With stringy long hair and hungry eyes

The kind of moves that would tantilize

I drive a shiny red car with silver star

Six pack in the back

I'm lookin' for my honey

Gonna' spend all my money

Down in Celina - Celina Tennessee

Oh, yeah



Now, I work all day in the sawmill

And I do a little runnin' at night

I'm tryin' to make a livin'

Oooh, what a life, what a life

I got a job in Bardstown City

And a girl back home so dog-gone pretty

I got to get back to my shack in the hills

And the thrill - Of Celina - Celina Tennessee

Oh, yeah



Well, were' goin' down to Celina Tennessee

Where the Sukali Soda is cheap

And the dancin's free

Yeah, we're goin' down to Celina Tennessee

Well there's always a party - down in Celina Tennessee



C'mon Greg



We're goin' down to Celina Tennessee

I got some room in the back

Do you want to come along with me

Yeah, we're goin' down to Celina Tennessee

They say life is a party - down in Celina Tennessee

Whoa, there's always a party down in Celina Tennessee