The Rubber Knife Gang

Tennessee Mountain Girl

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Tennessee Mountain Girl

Written by The Rubber Knife Gang

	  		

A 
Well I was taking my time, shuffling a line  
                         E 
I had to get back on the road 

Same old features, night time creatures  
                       A         
Make a boy feel pretty old 

Drifting here and there without a worry or a care  
                                        E 
I wonder when my trail was coming to an end 

I saw the wall in the Appalachian sun  
                                  A 
Riding six white horses round the bend 


        D     
And she said my name with a country twang 
       A                 E 
And my heart fell on the floor 
F#m            D 
All my life, I've been waiting 
      E                  A 
For a Tennessee mountain girl 


A 
She said she was a teacher and her daddy was a preacher 
                               E 
And I can testify that she was blessed 

And when she served me dinner I knew she was a winner 
                                       A 
I was praying that she might give me a kiss 

Well I know that I'm a sinner but she was no beginner 
                          E 
When she drug me from the bar 

She had me singing good old rocky top 
                         A 
Underneath the Knoxville stars 


     D                  
Well she was a treasure and I'm glad I met her 
        A              E 
But she left me wanting more 
F#m          D 
All my life, I've been waiting 
     E                  A 
For a Tennessee mountain girl 


A 
And when I was in Denver I certainly remember 
                              E 
How the women there treated me kind 

But I miss the thrills of the holler and the hills 
                                    A 
And the girl with the smoky mountain eyes 

And I tried Atlanta, Bozeman Montana 
                         E 
Seattle, Santa Fe and Albany 

But nothing compares with the sweet southern fare 
                            A 
Of the little girl I met in Tennessee 


                        D  
And I remember when she said my name with a country twang 
          A                  E 
I left my heart there on the floor 
F#m         D 
All my life I've been waiting 
      E                 A 
For a Tennessee mountain girl 
F#m         D  
All my life I've been waiting 
      E                 A 
For a Tennessee mountain girl 
		  

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