| You might call it sad confusion
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| You might even call it off
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| But once you called me more than just your friend
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| Now there’s more to what I’m thinkin'
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| Than the Mississippi Line
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| And Tennessee’s not the state I’m in
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| You call me up at midnight
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| To explain your whereabouts
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| I should’ve seen your love was coming to an end
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| And as you call from longer distances
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| I began to have my doubts
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| Still Tennessee’s not the state I’m in
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| No, Tennessee’s not the state I’m in
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| Satisfied is not the way I’ve been
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| I can feel my world turning
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| As I watch the bottle spin
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| Still Tennessee’s not the state I’m in
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| Well, I could stand out on that highway
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| Trying to make that Nashville scene
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| But I think I’ve stretched my luck a little thin
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| So I walk the streets of Memphis
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| But I’ll have you understand
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| That Tennessee’s not the state I’m in
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| No, Tennessee’s not the state I’m in
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| And down to earth is not the place I’ve been
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| I can feel my world turning
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| As I watch the bottle spin
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| Still Tennessee’s not the state I’m in
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| No, Tennessee’s not the state I’m in |