Hollywood don't do what it once could do I used to wake up and write me a song before noon So I packed my dusty bags one night Grabbed an old guitar and I caught a red eye(?) flight
In search of a dream underneath the Tennessee Moon I fell in love with to old Hank Williams tune Makes me wonder, is it the same moon Hank played under
Touched down and she stole my heart right away Began to think for the first time I might stay And when I heard that lonesome whistle moan Knew I'd finally found my way back home
In search of a dream underneath the Tennessee Moon I fell in love with to old Hank Williams tune And I wonder, is it the same moon Hank stood under
When he sang about Jambalaya and Being Lonesome Enough to Cry And I can hear the echos in the sounds of his guitar And his words still paint a picture in my heart
Yeah, In search of a dream underneath the Tennessee Moon I fell in love with to old Hank Williams tune I was in search of a dream underneath the Tennessee Moon Yes, I fell in love with to old Hank Williams tuneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
