Tennessee

Howdy

I’m gonna tell you a story

Most of it is true

It goes back to my early memory

And maybe it will show you

Why I do the things I do

I was born in New York City

But my mom’s from Tennessee

Tennessee…

A little town called Newport

Where the folks don’t grow too tall

And they don’t grow too short

It’s a place of moderation, common sense, and decency

Well it’s nothing like the way I am

But it’s how I’m gonna be

Oh, but on a serious note

I believe I left my cell phone in my coat

They are riding in a taxi down to 7th Street and D

And that’s a long way from Newport, Tennessee

Howdy again

To continue my story

On my educational road to glory

I was kicked out of a school, or two, or maybe it was three

I got mostly incompletes, but in math I bought a C

I bought a C…

And then I rambled around

Drove my car from Slumberville to Lonesome Town

Joined a band, but it didn’t go

So I booked some time on Nashville’s Music Row

Hush now

Everybody get low down

I don’t want no electric guitars in the background

I’m trying to concentrate on how you find serenity

When you’re born in New York City,

But your mom’s from Tennessee

And I got issues

Hell, I got pain

There’s a lot I can’t remember

Even more I can’t explain

No it don’t make much sense to me

Still I’m proud my mama comes from Tennessee

Yes I’m proud my mama comes from Tennessee