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I was raised on a Tennessee hill side
Where blackberry bushes grow thick
With feet like the sole of a workin' man's boot
And a head like a weight made of lead
Crooked grin, thorns stickin' out my shoulder
Hair too damn long, oh well
They tell me take a break, I'm sorry I can't
Tennesseans make music year round

I can't help it, God put me in a place of green
Even the tractors got the same damn color paint
Same ol' rivers and same ol' streams
Cut that exhaust off, son let it scream
God bless the south, I'll never shut my mouth
And I'm proud to be from Tennessee, Tennessee, Tennessee
I'm proud to be from Tennessee, mm

My favorite shirt has the arms cut out
With a couple old tabaco stains
I've burnt up every Kenny Chesney album drinkin' Coors Light
Been sun burnt on the lake
And I wanna know how forever feels
But not in no hall of fame
'Cause I've always been a holler with the workin' man
And that's somethin' nobody can take

I can't help it, God put me in a place of green
Even the tractors got the same damn color paint
Same ol' rivers and same ol' streams
Cut that exhaust off, son let it scream
God bless the south, I'll never shut my mouth
And I'm proud to be from Tennessee, Tennessee, Tennessee
I'm proud to be from Tennessee

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