Rob Cole - East of Tennessee Lyrics

It's got the prettiest skies ever painted by God
Blue ridge mountains, piedmont, and coastal plains
Interstate paved for pass-er-on by's
Dirt roads made for keeping good company
We got farmers, we got teachers
And we got preachers
With churches every mile it seems
From Currituck to the Cherokee line
Oaks run deep, and the pines grow high
And we drink muscadine n stump-hole whiskey
We can brag 'cause we got Bragg
Where them 82nd boys hang their hats
And we fly freedoms flag 'cause we know it ain't free
You can put my feet anywhere else
With miles in between
But my heart will be just east of Tennessee
Legends are made in that Tobacco Road game
And we keep pounding whether win or lose on Sunday
Matthew hit us back in '16
But we stood tall through the wind and floodin' rain
There must be something in the water
Or buried in that old red clay
That made them Kitty Hawk boys put flight to a dream
I'm still flyin' on today
From Currituck to the Cherokee line
Oaks run deep, and the pines grow high
And we drink muscadine n stump-hole whiskey
We can brag 'cause we got Bragg
Where them 82nd boys hang their hats
And we fly freedoms flag 'cause we know it ain't free
You can put my feet anywhere else
With miles in between
But my heart will be just east of Tennessee
Ooo
Randy's singin' Three Wooden Crosses
N' Charlie sent the devil on down to Georgia
And in my mind I'll always be
In sweet Carolina
From Currituck to the Cherokee line
Oaks run deep, and the pines grow high
And we drink muscadine n stump-hole whiskey
We can brag 'cause we got Bragg
Where them 82nd boys hang their hats
And we fly freedoms flag 'cause we know it ain't free
You can put my feet anywhere else
With miles in between
But my heart will be just east of Tennessee
East of Tennessee
Woh ooo, yeah