Bob Sinclar
Tennessee
Wild city living,(wild city living)
it takes my breath away.
But I'm not living,(but I'm not living)
the way I ought to be.
Check it out,
there's surely something missin'.
I gotta move on,
before I hit the ground.(before I hit the ground)
I hear you calling,
I see your beauty in my mind.
A piece of heaven,
a place where living is easy.
Check it out,
I still recall the feeling.
I gotta find me a way, somehow
I gotta make it back...
to Tennessee.
To Tennessee,
ridin' on a western dream.
To Tennessee,
ridin' on a western dream.
Chasing the rainbow, shooting for the moon.
Aiming much too high, gettin' so confused.
I'm all out of luck, I'm all out of love.
Guess what, I've just had enough.
Now my western tears,
remind me of my home.
And my western heart,
reminds me I'm alone.
And my heart is sure,
that love will guide the way.
Now my western soul goes back...
to Tennessee.
To Tennessee,
ridin' on a western dream.
To Tennessee,
ridin' on a western dream.
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