| I’ve seen rocky mountains and great lakes
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| Stood beneath a redwood tree
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| But wherever I go my heart aches
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| For a place called Tennessee
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| Oh come with me
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| Where the Whiskey flows like wine
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| And the meth labs are divine
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| Oh I wanna be
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| Where the sweet tobacco grows
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| And it’s picked by poor Negros
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| In Tennessee
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| Oh it’s a place where dueling banjos play
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| And the mountain folk run free
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| Where all the children can spell KKK
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| But cannot spell Tennessee
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| Oh come with me
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| Where every cheek is filled with chew
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| And no one’s ever seen a Jew
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| Oh I wanna be
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| Where the hotdogs are deep fried
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| That’s the reason Elvis died
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| In Tennessee
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| Oh come with me
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| Where the Baptist preachers shout
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| That if you’re gay you best get out
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| Oh I wanna be
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| Where hospitality’s the thing
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| Just ask Martin Luther King
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| Shot in Tennessee
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| The birth place of Aretha queen of soul
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| The B.B. King and Al Gore
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| I’m not saying it’s a shit hole
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| But they don’t live there anymore
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| Oh I wanna see
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| Mountain dew in every cup
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| And all the dentists just gave up
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| Oh come with me
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| On my fat bed pickup truck
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| That’s where the classy ladies fuck
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| In Tennessee
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| Oh in Tennessee |