Tennessee - Stephen Lynch

I’ve seen rocky mountains and great lakes

Stood beneath a redwood tree

But wherever I go my heart aches

For a place called Tennessee

Oh come with me

Where the Whiskey flows like wine

And the meth labs are divine

Oh I wanna be

Where the sweet tobacco grows

And it’s picked by poor Negros

In Tennessee

Oh it’s a place where dueling banjos play

And the mountain folk run free

Where all the children can spell KKK

But cannot spell Tennessee

Oh come with me

Where every cheek is filled with chew

And no one’s ever seen a Jew

Oh I wanna be

Where the hotdogs are deep fried

That’s the reason Elvis died

In Tennessee

Oh come with me

Where the Baptist preachers shout

That if you’re gay you best get out

Oh I wanna be

Where hospitality’s the thing

Just ask Martin Luther King

Shot in Tennessee

The birth place of Aretha queen of soul

The B.B. King and Al Gore

I’m not saying it’s a shit hole

But they don’t live there anymore

Oh I wanna see

Mountain dew in every cup

And all the dentists just gave up

Oh come with me

On my fat bed pickup truck

That’s where the classy ladies fuck

In Tennessee

Oh in Tennessee