Tennessee.
When I was in Tennessee.
I was blind I couldn’t see.
The grass was greener.
The skies were blue.
The smokey mountains and you.
I’m comin home, home to you.
Think about those old school days.
They would work and we would play.
To all my good friends.
This songs for you.
The smokey mountains and you.
Think of all those things we did.
Hanging out and being kids.
The hardest part was.
Was leaving you.
The smokey mountains and you.
Well we’ve got mountains.
It’s not the same.
I miss the Tennessee rain.
I’m comin home, home to you.
I should have not left home, home and you.
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