| Well, I miss the sounds of Tennessee
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| And the smell of heavy rain
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| The roses in the garden
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| Laugh before the pain
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| But I hear his voice close in my ear
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| I see her smile and wave
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| I blink and while my eyes are closed
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| They both have gone away
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| Blue bare room, the wood and nails
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| There’s nothing left to take
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| But love and years are not for sale
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| In our old house on the lake
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| Well, I’m goin' down to New Orleans
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| 'Cause we both are sinkin' fast
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| And I’ll stare into the Bourbon moon
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| We’ll see how long we last
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| But I hear his voice
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| I follow down the velvet undertow
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| Back to the place where I was born
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| Back to my southern home
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| Blue bare room, the wood and nails
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| There’s nothing left to take
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| But love and years are not for sale
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| In our old house on the lake
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| In our old house on the lake
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| In our old house |