at night Little girls depend on things like that Brushed my teeth and combed my hair Had to drive me everywhere You were always there when I looked back
Just a single mom raising up the kids Little Tommy's seven now and Her daughter Justine just turned ten Pinchin' every cent, laughin' and lovin' and
find my way back to Tennessee I'm coming home now to southern, it's so sweet And find my way back to you and me Find my way back to Tennessee
every time that I look back I say man that was a good day When we're finished with this ride and we're on the other side Bet we'll look back at this
I can be a rock-hardheaded fool Stubborn as a two dollar 4-h mule Hard to handle as your granddad's tools But I could be the one I can be as loud as an
I'm American made, apple pie, Chevrolet My momma taught me wrong from right. I was born in the South Sometimes I have a big mouth When I see something
that right He said,they won't speak when spoken to So which one here belongs to you And I know one does Cause they all started runnin' to your back
, oh yeah Haven't we come a long way, baby? Since the things that they taught us in history Been all the way to the moon and back But the heart of the
Sometimes I catch myself staring When you don't know I'm looking I still can't believe how lucky I got Everywhere I look I see A lot of the same ole same
I grew up on Jones and Tammy Wynette Blue collar dollars and the sun on my neck Nascar and Earnhart, still miss number three Hey, I'm just as country
Shootin' at a beer can on a fence post Drivin' to your girlfriend's on a backhoe Goin' skinny'dippin' on an old wood dock Startin' up a bonfire with gasoline
I've been walking up and down this road Missing something, searching high and low Grabbing anything I could hold Holding tight and never letting go Taking
find my way back to Tennessee. I'm coming home now, To Southern, is so sweet, And find my way back to you and me, Find my way back to Tennessee.
Vertaling: Billy Ray Cyrus. Terug naar Tennessee.
