Tennessee

Get out the whiskey, girl. And put that black dress on. Don't you fear. I got a hundred million miles just to look At me in this cracked rear view mirror. I've been missin' on, kissin' on you, listen to Songs all night long. Two weeks feel like two years. Get out the whiskey, girl and put that black Dress on. I'm coming home to Tennessee. Yeah, Tennessee. Get out the vinyl, girl and put old Sturgill On. Go on and turn it up loud. I need to feel, need to hold, need to Hear something real tonight like sweet southern Tales. I've been missin' on, kissin' on you, Listen to songs all night long. Lost tonight, baby, I'm found. Get out the vinyl, girl, and put old Sturg Ill on. I'm coming home to Tennessee. Yeah, Tennessee. Oh, Yeah. Tennessee. Get out the whiskey, girl, And put that black dress on. I'm coming home to Tennessee. Yeah, Tennessee.