Radar Hill - Tennessee (feat. Scott Borchert & Laura Jerina-Potts) Lyrics

Sometimes I lay outside at night
I wonder if you and I we might just lay
Under the moon
We've been away for too damn long
And this sad song gets played along the road
With me
First let's pack our bags for Tennessee
We could make our place in history
Our story is one that's left untold
My baby's got a heart of gold
If you ask her, she'll say it's made of brass
I know your feeling jaded babe
I promise I'll make it up someday
I'll buy you a pretty house on Radar Hill
Well first let's pack our bags for Tennessee
We could make our place in history
Yeah we could pack our bags for Tennesee
We could make our place in history