| Highway 40 roll on by
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| If I could reach across the distance for a moment
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| I’d steal the sadness from her eyes
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| It’s February and the weather’s clear for driving
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| How I’ve missed your Tennessee
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| The morning sun just stole the shadows from the mountains
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| And the years away from me
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| Yes I’ve changed and I knew that I was able
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| But you still look the same to me
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| And your eyes are just as blue across the table
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| As the sky in Tennessee
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| This old farm is ne’er so big as I remember
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| Now the fields are burned and brown
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| The Pigeon River’s running deeper than December
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| Where the Winter snows lay down
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| How you love your house and this long bed sent from Kenya
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| And the telling of the story of the woman you met there
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| She’s a darkhaired beauty — my hair’s only growing thinner
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| And my threads a little bare
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| Yes I’ve changed and I knew that I was able
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| But you still look the same to me
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| And your eyes are just as blue across the table
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| As the sky in Tennessee
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| In the silence hear the years, we dare not speak of
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| Let this arrow pass on through
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| And I’ll be gone before my heart has met resistance
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| Like you hoped that I would do
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| See the Redtail turn her wing toward the mountain
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| God there’s sunlight in your smile
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| If I could reach across the distance for a moment
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| I’d steal her memory from your eyes
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| Yes I’ve changed and I knew that I was able
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| But you still look the same to me
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| And your eyes are just as blue across the table
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| As the sky in Tennessee
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| As the sky in Tennessee |