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It's a big estate |
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With wrought iron gates |
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And palm trees standin' tall |
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Fancy mirrors and chandeliers |
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Comfort wall to wall |
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And the ocean air is so crisp and clear |
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And they rave about our view |
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But there ain't no mountain breeze |
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And there ain't no hickory trees |
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And this ain't Tennessee |
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And she ain't you |
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There's a bedroom suite |
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Where she comes to me |
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And as her fingers touch my face |
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I close my eyes and I fantasize |
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Of another time and place |
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What she feels is so warm and real |
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And I know her love is true |
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And she tries so hard to please |
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Still I think sometimes she sees |
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That this ain't Tennessee |
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And she ain't you |
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It's not that it's not good enough |
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And it's not that I'm not man enough |
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There's just somethin' easy goin' that I love |
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About you and Tennessee |
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So I made up my mind to learn my lines |
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And try to play the part |
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But part of me is in Tennessee |
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And deep down in my heart |
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I miss my Smoky Mountain home |
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And I miss your lovin' too |
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And it's deep inside of me |
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And it's always gonna be |
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'Cause this ain't Tennessee |
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And she ain't you |
