Tennessee Moon

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Hollywood don't do what it once could do,
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I used to wake up and write me a song before noon.
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So I packed my dusty bags one night,
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grabbed an old guitar, and I caught a red-eye flight.

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In search of a dream underneath the Tennessee moon,
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I fell in love to an old Hank Williams tune.
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Makes me wonder is it the same moon Hank played under?

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Touched down and she stole my heart right away.
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Began to think for the first time I might stay.
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And when I heard that lone-some whistle moan,
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knew I'd finally found my way back home.

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In search of a dream underneath the Tennessee moon,
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I fell in love to an old Hank Williams tune.
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And I wonder Is it the same moon Hank played under?

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And I can hear the echoes in the sounds of his guitar.
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And his words still paint a picture in my heart.

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In search of a dream underneath the Tennessee moon,
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I fell in love to an old Hank Williams tune.
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when he sang about jambalaya and bein' lonesome enough to cry

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