Allen Karl - Oh Tennessee lyrics

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. Chorus 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.