Emily Baker - Tennessee | Текст песни

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• Emily Baker
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I can hear the same old boots on Broadway,
They’re knocking out the same old songs downtown,
A melody that sings out that she’s gonna leave him,
And if it strikes a chord you’d better give a dollar from your hand,

Somewhere on the way down Music Highway,
Somewhere on a lane in Tennessee,
It almost feels familiar but like a disconnected postcard,
I’ve got the habits of an alien but they’re comfortable to me,

Pick me up and take me,
Back to Tennessee,
Just head down 40 til you hit that Nashville sky,
Pick me up and take me,
Back to Tennessee,
I could see from Tennessee that I loved you,

I’m not about to drown myself in bourbon,
But I thought I saw you kicking round the thrift stores today,
The echo is a drum beat where the absence grows in fondness,
I know the rhythm of your heartbeat in this Music City place,

Pick me up and take me,
Back to Tennessee,
Just head down 40 til you hit that Nashville sky,
Pick me up and take me,
Back to Tennessee,
I could see from Tennessee that I loved you,

*guitar solo*

Pick me up and take me,
Back to Tennessee,
Just head down 40 til you hit that Nashville sky,
Pick me up and take me,
Back to Tennessee,
cos I could see from Tennessee that I loved you,
yeah I could see from Tennessee that I loved you,
I could see from Tennessee I loved you,

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