Tennessee (feat. Scott Borchert & Laura Jerina-Potts)

Sometimes I lay outside at night I wonder if you and I we might just lay Under the moon We've been away for too damn long And this sad song gets played along the road With me First let's pack our bags for Tennessee We could make our place in history Our story is one that's left untold My baby's got a heart of gold If you ask her, she'll say it's made of brass I know your feeling jaded babe I promise I'll make it up someday I'll buy you a pretty house on Radar Hill Well first let's pack our bags for Tennessee We could make our place in history Yeah we could pack our bags for Tennesee We could make our place in history