| You say those city boys living in those high rise condos
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| Only left you feeling low
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| Those little smoke glass fancy cars sure go fast
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| But never got you where you wanted to go
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| All I’ve ever owned is an old Chevy truck
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| Cuddled up, get you falling in love on the bench seat
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| Don’t mind me, I’m just talking Tennessee
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| Girl don’t blame me if I slip and call you baby
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| That’s just my way of letting the lady know she’s working on me
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| There I go letting my South side show
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| Whiskey whispering those little sweet nothing southernisms
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| Jack and seven sipping, hoping that you’re digging on me
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| Talking Tennessee
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| You say the street lights only ever let you see the skyline
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| It’s been a long time
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| Since the Milky Way, Jupiter, and Venus took your breath away
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| Yeah like you’re taking mine
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| What you say we grab some tailgate underneath the stars
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| Catch a few fireflies in a moonshine jar
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| Don’t mind me, I’m just talking Tennessee
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| Girl don’t blame me if I slip and call you baby
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| That’s just my way of letting the lady know she’s working on me
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| There I go letting my South side show
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| Whiskey whispering those little sweet nothing southernisms
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| Jack and seven sipping, hoping that you’re digging on me
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| Talking Tennessee
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| There I go letting my South side show
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| Whiskey whispering those little sweet nothing southernisms
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| Jack and seven sipping, hoping that you’re digging on me
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| Talking Tennessee
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| Talking Tennessee
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| Talking Tennessee |