good ol' boy - Talkin' Tennessee

One, two, three

You say those city boys livin' in those high rise condos
Only left you feelin' low
Those little smoke glass fancy cars sure go fast
But never got you where you wanted to go
All I've ever owned is an old Chevy truck
Cuddled up, get you fallin' in love on the bench seat

Don't mind me, I'm just talkin' Tennessee
Girl, don't blame me if I slip and call you baby
That's just my way of lettin' the lady know she's workin' on me
There I go lettin' my South side show
Whiskey whisperin' those little sweet nothin' southernisms
Jack and Seven sippin', hopin' that you're diggin' on me
Talkin' Tennessee

You say the street lights only ever let you see the skyline
It's been a long time
Since the Milky Way, Jupiter, and Venus took your breath away
Yeah, like you're takin' mine
What you say we grab some tailgate underneath the stars
Catch a few fireflies in a moonshine jar

Don't mind me, I'm just talkin' Tennessee
Girl, don't blame me if I slip and call you baby
That's just my way of lettin' the lady know she's workin' on me
There I go lettin' my South side show
Whiskey whisperin' those little sweet nothin' southernisms
Jack and Seven sippin', hopin' that you're diggin' on me
Talkin' Tennessee

Talkin' Tennessee
Talkin' Tennessee

There I go lettin' my South side show
Whiskey whisperin' those little sweet nothin' southernisms
Jack and Seven sippin', hopin' that you're diggin' on me
Talkin' Tennessee

Talkin' Tennessee
Talkin' Tennessee
Talkin' Tennessee

Written by:
Craig Wiseman, Jeff Hyde, Morgan Wallen

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