Cory Chisel And The Wandering Sons
Tennesee
Just swing across the southern skyAnd lift a match to my morning eyeWell we'll all die young if we're lucky babeYou'd hate the dark to prove the dawnNeed me no more and I'll be goneI'm dieing to love somebody like you love himAnd you look just like my darling TennesseeDo you think she'll know meOr see me now like the broken man I amDoing a little bit more than the best I canStill she's gonna need a little moreSo cast your light into my room Kiss me deep or I'm leaving soonWell we're far too young to be dieing nowJust draw me down with every wordTil we find out what we deserveI know I can not pay my debters feeBut you look just like my darling TennesseeDo you think she'll know meOr see me now like the broken man I amDoing a little bit more than the best I canStill she's gonna need a little moreI would stand in disgraceI would spit in my saviors faceSongtexteMy coat tattered and tornJust to know that our love will be rebornAnd our days pass like autumn windAnd the world spins around me againAnd you look just like my darling TennesseeWell we'll all die young if we're lucky babe
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