Holler down from the hills Miss Ruthie The boys are comin' home I'll fetch some kindling wood And you unplug the phone This old van's almost out of gas Two more switchbacks to go And I can see that front porch light Gleamin' off a blanket of snow
There is a place on the east side of Tennessee Where I can go when this old life starts killin' me Sweet southern dreams below the Mason Dixon Line One the east side of Tennessee by the border of Caroline
Two weeks in the City Four weeks out on the road My feel smell like a puffed up pig And there's whiskey stains on my clothes I think it's time for a good night's sleep And a couple of home cooked meals Time to hold a girl in my arms Who knows just how I feel
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Yes I think it's time For a good night's sleep And a couple of home cooked meals And to get some dirt between my toes To remind me how it feels
