Ain't no other way, I gotta leave this town
Got a little dream that I'm gonna track down
Well up here it's cold but the sun does shine
Down below the Mason-Dixon Line
A proposition, a new position
Nothing left for me in this East Coast town
Not one soul like mine making a sound
So I pack the truck, my life in a bag
No time for goodbyes, no way to look back
A proposition, a new position
A superstitious disposition
Under southern trees
Sweet tasting Tennessee
In a southern breeze
Sweet tasting Tennessee
Highway exits all the same, it seems
Going twenty above feels slow to me
Mom says she worries of the snow and rain
But I'm pulling into paradise any day
A proposition, a new position
An ambitious kind of mission
Where the fields are green
Sweet tasting Tennessee
A red cup of sweet tea
Sweet tasting Tennessee
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Why float around with the lost and found?
Well every soul needs a roof come sundown
There's a country home with a cornbread moon
I'm gonna stay awhile, gonna get there soon
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Where the fields are green
Sweet tasting Tennessee
A red cup of sweet tea
Sweet tasting Tennessee
Sweet tasting Tennessee
Sweet tasting Tennessee