Oh Tennessee © Peter Frega 2007

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###berland 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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