Backseat Blues

Tennessee is not my home But her music is so good I have them all in my telephone Sitting next to me My honey playing with the hair comb We're so horny We ain't got time to look for a hotel room Tennessee's as sweet as home Cause the scenery is ten times Better than the city of Rome My honey says we've got the backseat Everybody does it Why don't we It's a social norm We can play some boogie But I prefer blues in my pleasure dome Backseat blues Sounds so good As wild as it should Backseat blues Sounds so cool It suits all kinds of fools