| A country girl in Paris, moonlight on the Seine
|
| Memories of Tennessee, Nashville in the rain
|
| It’s such a contradiction, a heart that’s filled with pain
|
| A country girl in Paris, dreamin' Nashville in the rain
|
| She walks along the boulevard, Champs Alysee
|
| Thinks about a country boy three thousand miles away
|
| Pride is such a hard thing, it’s such a price to pay
|
| To be all alone in Paris with true love so far away
|
| Up upon Mont Martre when she stops to rest awhile
|
| All the artists look at her and they long to paint her smile
|
| For even in her sorrow there’s something in her eyes
|
| That makes the young men jealous, makes the old men sigh
|
| They say the loss of innocence is always linked to pain
|
| For once the heart is opened nothing ever is the same
|
| And so the evening lends itself to lovers and romance
|
| The way to heal a broken heart is to give true love
|
| One more chance
|
| A country girl in Paris, moonlight on the Seine
|
| Memories of Tennessee, Nashville in the rain
|
| It’s such a contradiction, a heart that’s filled with pain
|
| A country girl in Paris, dreamin' Nashville in the rain
|
| A country girl in Paris, longing for Nashville in the rain |