I see rocky mountains and great lakes
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Stood beneath a redwood tree
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But wherever I go my heart aches
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For a place called Tennessee
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Oh come with me
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Where the Whiskey flows like whine
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And the meth labs are divine
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Oh I wanna be
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Where the sweet tobacco grows
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And is picked by poor negros
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In Tennessee
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Oh it's a place where dueling banjos play
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And the mountain folk run free
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Where all the children can spell K-K-K
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But cannot spell Tennessee
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Oh come with me
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Where every cheek is filled with chew
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And no one's ever seen a Jew
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Oh I wanna be
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Where the hotdogs are deep friend
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That's the reason Elvis died
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In Tennessee
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Oh come with me
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Where the backstreet preachers shout
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That if your gay you best get out
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Oh I wanna be
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Where hospitality is a thing
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Just ask Martin Luther King
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Shot in Tennessee
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The birth place of Aretha queen of soul
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BB King and Al Gore
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I'm not saying it's a shit hole
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But they don't live there anymore
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Oh I wanna see
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Mountain Dew in every cup
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And all the dentists just gave up
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Oh come with me
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On my flat-bed pickup truck
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That's were the classy ladies fuck
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In Tennessee
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Oh in Tennessee
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Tennessee
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| Stephen Lynch |
