| Tennessee hills get dark when the sun clocks out
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| And the coyotes run the hills with blood stained on their snout
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| And the bad guys hide in shadows, while the good guys front porch sit
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| And sip fire from a jug 'til they pass out on the steps
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| Singin', I won’t ever leave
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| I volunteer for what I b’lieve
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| In the holler, you’ll remember me
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| Remember me
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| Singin', I won’t ever leave
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| Cop a place in every tree
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| Sprinkle me in every creek
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| And every inch of Tennessee
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| Old folks in the valleys are stuck off in their ways
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| And the tall grass in the front yard wraps around some Chevrolet
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| The farm dogs cut the path, turn the dust around the ranch
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| And the rattlesnakes make it with the rhythm of roughnecks
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| Singin', I won’t ever leave
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| I volunteer for what I b’lieve
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| In the holler, you’ll remember me
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| Remember me
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| Singin', I won’t ever leave
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| Cop a place in every tree
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| Sprinkle me in every creek
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| And every inch of Tennessee
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| When the lights go out in my tatted up lid
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| The story of me will be told like I’m Billy the Kid
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| Runnin' wild through the south, not sayin' sorry for shit
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| Just ridin' with a pack of tobacco-spittin' crackers with fifths
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| With a strap on my hip and a shoulder of chips
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| Roll a blunt bigger than goals that people hold in the scripts
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| This ain’t a lullaby I’m hummin', I turn mud into gold
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| And when I’m gone you’ll see a ghost in the woods singin' this song
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| Singin', I won’t ever leave
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| I volunteer for what I b’lieve
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| In the holler, you’ll remember me
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| Remember me
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| Singin', I won’t ever leave
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| Cop a place in every tree
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| Sprinkle me in every creek
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| And every inch of Tennessee |