Hollywood don't do what it once could do
I used to wake up
And write me a song before noon
So I packed my dusty bags one night
Grabbed an old guitar
And I caught a red-eye flight
In search of a dream underneath
The Tennessee moon
I fell in love to an old Hank Williams tune
Makes me wonder
Is it the same moon Hank played under?
Touched down
And she stole my heart right away
Began to think for the first time
I might stay
And when I heard
That lonesome whistle moan
Knew I'd fin'ly found my way back home
In search of a dream underneath
The Tennessee moon
I fell in love to an old Hank Williams tune
And I wonder
Is it the same moon Hank stood under
When he sang about jambalaya
And bein' lonesome enough to cry?
I used to wake up
And write me a song before noon
So I packed my dusty bags one night
Grabbed an old guitar
And I caught a red-eye flight
In search of a dream underneath
The Tennessee moon
I fell in love to an old Hank Williams tune
Makes me wonder
Is it the same moon Hank played under?
Touched down
And she stole my heart right away
Began to think for the first time
I might stay
And when I heard
That lonesome whistle moan
Knew I'd fin'ly found my way back home
In search of a dream underneath
The Tennessee moon
I fell in love to an old Hank Williams tune
And I wonder
Is it the same moon Hank stood under
When he sang about jambalaya
And bein' lonesome enough to cry?
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