Oh Tennessee

Down on Church Street there´s an old man

with a sweet strum and a brown bag

he´s still trying to write that song.

And the ponytail girls dream

in a warm wind from the gulf stream

and the Cumberland just rolls along.

Oh Tennessee I miss your sweet life

I´ve been away so long.

Oh Tennessee leave on the moonlight

I´m taking the back road home.

I saw this cat chill out in Knoxville

cooking catfish on a black grill -

he was humming some Beale Street blues.

Every big game there´s a tailgate

and the churches line the Interstate

and on Sunday they got real good news.

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By a Smoky Mountain cool spring

there´s a tree rope where the kids swing -

to the sound of a distant train.

Old Wanda swears it ain´t the wine

but she saw the ghost of Patsy Cline -

laughing in the Broadway rain.

Chorus