​avicii gets lost In texas and comes up with this

I went to Kentucky with a horse from Sweden
I went to Kentucky with a horse from Sweden

I spent quite the journey
Left my missus back alone
'Cross the country line of Georgia
But Svalbard is my home
Train out to Wyoming
I skeet cross the plains
I galloped to IKEA with meatballs on my brain

I went to Kentucky with a horse from Sweden
I went to Kentucky with a horse from Sweden

Tear through the Atlantic
Landed Tennessee here in June
Midsummer with moonshine
Had me glued down to the roof
I miss my blondie lassie, oh Elsa was her name
But Louisiana lassies, they changed my heart again
Back in Mississippi, no space to put the privy
Gotta take a shit, better do it in the city
Back in Mississippi, no space to put the privy
Gotta take a shit, better do it in the city

I went to Kentucky with a horse from Sweden
I went to Kentucky with a horse from Sweden

Well now, sticky fingers Robinson and the boys (Let’s just forget)
Are not responsible for any geographical inaccuracies (Everything said)
During the recording of this track