She's city nights and broadway marquee signs
And I'm just one red light down passing old cafe
And her world spins fast at concrete steel in glass
And mine moves more like molasses on a winters day
So how could we love so good
And live so differently
She likes the view from the penthouse suite
She likes the sound of those city streets
At two AM when I've got satin pillows pulled over my head
And I like taking the long way home
Getting lost down dusty backwood roads
But I can't blame her for not caring where they might lead
And maybe she's too New York
And maybe I'm too Tennessee
She makes me laugh, a martini in her hand
As she's trying to imitate my southern drawl
Lookin' too cute in my old ball cap
But that woman is no cowgirl at all
Sometimes it makes me wonder
What she sees in me, yes she does
She likes the view from the penthouse suite
She likes the sound of those city streets
At two AM when I've got satin pillows pulled over my head
And I like taking the long way home
Getting lost down dusty backwood roads
But I can't blame her for not caring where they might lead
And maybe she's too New York
And maybe I'm too Tennessee
And maybe I shouldn't question why
And just catch a red eye flight
Cause she likes the view from the penthouse suite
She likes the sound of those city streets
At two AM when I've got satin pillows pulled over my head
And I like taking the long way home
Getting lost down dusty backwood roads
But I can't blame her for not caring where they might lead
And maybe she's too New York
And maybe I'm too Tennessee
I guess we'll have to wait and see baby
Chris Lane - Too Tennessee Lyrics
Chris Lane - Too Tennessee Lyrics
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She's city nights and broadway marquee signs
And I'm just one red light down passing old cafe
And her world spins fast at concrete steel in glass
And mine moves more like molasses on a winters day
So how could we love so good
And live so differently
She likes the view from the penthouse suite
She likes the sound of those city streets
At two AM when I've got satin pillows pulled over my head
And I like taking the long way home
Getting lost down dusty backwood roads
But I can't blame her for not caring where they might lead
And maybe she's too New York
And maybe I'm too Tennessee
She makes me laugh, a martini in her hand
As she's trying to imitate my southern drawl
Lookin' too cute in my old ball cap
But that woman is no cowgirl at all
Sometimes it makes me wonder
What she sees in me, yes she does
She likes the view from the penthouse suite
She likes the sound of those city streets
At two AM when I've got satin pillows pulled over my head
And I like taking the long way home
Getting lost down dusty backwood roads
But I can't blame her for not caring where they might lead
And maybe she's too New York
And maybe I'm too Tennessee
And maybe I shouldn't question why
And just catch a red eye flight
Cause she likes the view from the penthouse suite
She likes the sound of those city streets
At two AM when I've got satin pillows pulled over my head
And I like taking the long way home
Getting lost down dusty backwood roads
But I can't blame her for not caring where they might lead
And maybe she's too New York
And maybe I'm too Tennessee
I guess we'll have to wait and see baby
And I'm just one red light down passing old cafe
And her world spins fast at concrete steel in glass
And mine moves more like molasses on a winters day
So how could we love so good
And live so differently
She likes the view from the penthouse suite
She likes the sound of those city streets
At two AM when I've got satin pillows pulled over my head
And I like taking the long way home
Getting lost down dusty backwood roads
But I can't blame her for not caring where they might lead
And maybe she's too New York
And maybe I'm too Tennessee
She makes me laugh, a martini in her hand
As she's trying to imitate my southern drawl
Lookin' too cute in my old ball cap
But that woman is no cowgirl at all
Sometimes it makes me wonder
What she sees in me, yes she does
She likes the view from the penthouse suite
She likes the sound of those city streets
At two AM when I've got satin pillows pulled over my head
And I like taking the long way home
Getting lost down dusty backwood roads
But I can't blame her for not caring where they might lead
And maybe she's too New York
And maybe I'm too Tennessee
And maybe I shouldn't question why
And just catch a red eye flight
Cause she likes the view from the penthouse suite
She likes the sound of those city streets
At two AM when I've got satin pillows pulled over my head
And I like taking the long way home
Getting lost down dusty backwood roads
But I can't blame her for not caring where they might lead
And maybe she's too New York
And maybe I'm too Tennessee
I guess we'll have to wait and see baby