| James' in his room trying to find a song of his own
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| Playing the same chords all day long
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| But he can’t quite wright it alone
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| But something changed that evening
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| When he saw Natalie
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| But that’s when it came oh so easy
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| And that came this melody
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| James was set to play from seven tonight
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| At Main Street that Tuesday night
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| Looking out trough the crowd
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| He foung the song sitting there all alone
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| His mind went blank as she smiled
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| It was James she was fantasy
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| He couldn’t remember a single word
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| But he still knew her melody
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| Over the mountain where the leaves stay green
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| Is where he wanted to be
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| She had a root deep down in Tennessee
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| Lord knows she wasn’t going to leave
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| Looks like life ain’t that easy
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| As they thought it would be
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| But that’s when they’d learn eventually
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| That over the mountains or in Tennessee
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| On a desert island or if it in Italy
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| When they’re together they got just what they need
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| That over the mountains they built there home
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| And even had one in Tennessee
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| You see, James hit the big time with that song he wrote
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| A song called «Natalie»
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| He plays it every night can’t hepl bur smile
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| When the crowd sings to melody
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| They may not know the story but James has a memory |