| I got a cool head doin' alright
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| But I been up here so long I was starving
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| For some hot spells, summer lights
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| Shinin' on your back roads
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| Tennessee
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| Somebody hit me hard
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| Right in my own backyard
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| Somebody put a hope lock on my heart
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| Runnin' down your back roads
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| Tennessee
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| Oh you got the banjos
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| And they play real slow
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| Not to me, not to me
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| I never heard such rock and roll
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| As on your back roads
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| Tennessee
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| Now I know you’re not to blame
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| But you know that you should have
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| Told me
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| That I would never be the same
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| After riding down your back roads
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| Tennessee
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| Somebody held me tight
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| Somebody tried to fight
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| Somebody raced out in the night
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| Runnin' down your back roads
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| Tennessee
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| Oh you kissed the soul of a rebel
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| In a Yankee girl
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| You got to me
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| I heard you callin' 'round the world
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| From your back roads
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| Tennessee
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| I saw somebody standin'
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| In a field with a crutch
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| Behind his rich southern daddy
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| With a Midas touch
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| They said be outta here by sundown
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| They said good luck
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| You might say I was the stranger
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| Who knew too much
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| Somebody took a hope lock from my heart
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| And threw it down your back roads
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| Tennessee
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| Oh you feel the north wind blow
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| That’s only me
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| I want to hear some rock and roll
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| On your back roads
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| Tennessee
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| I’m not the bad city girl
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| Come down to rape you
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| I’m not the hometown queen
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| Who wants to save you
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| I heard you callin' to my soul
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| From your back roads
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| Tennessee |