Tennessee

Tennessee written and performed by Barefoot McCoy. ©2014 All Rights Reserved. Listen on YouTube: http://youtu.be/FiwjfDKOhrc www.barefootmccoy.com

Past the Big South Fork where the last free waters flow,

Beyond the lowly valley with the golden river stones,

In the Iron Mountains where the hills hide in the smoke,

The place I keep my heart, and the place I call my home...

Though she's far away,

I can hear her whisper flowing softly through the swaying summer trees.

And I'm okay,

‘Long as I can feel her breathing gently on the misty mountain breeze. 

My sweet lady,

Tennessee.

Miles past the forest where the hunting black bear roams,

Somewhere in the hollow where the yellow lilacs grow,

Beyond the quiet basin with the little wooden boats,

The place I keep my heart, and the place I call my home...

Though she's far away,

I can hear her whisper flowing softly through the swaying summer trees.

And I'm okay,

‘Long as I can feel her breathing gently on the misty mountain breeze.

My sweet lady,

Tennessee.