Testo di 'Oh Tennessee' di Allen Karl

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.

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