Lyrics:
southern pride
If the south woulda won, we woulda had it made
Play a little dixieland boys, ah yes
I'd have all the whiskey made in Tennessee
And all
Carolina.
Don't you wanna get down and dirty? 'Cause Florida I'm thirsty.
Well hit me with your Tennessee whiskey and crank it up loud.
Lay back, crazy
town they threw a big parade
There stood William Hale and the range war that he waged
Just across the county on that very day
In a pool of blood did
woulda won, we woulda had it made
"Play a little dixieland boys, ah yes"
I'd have all the whiskey made in Tennessee
And all the horses raised in those
southern pride
If the south woulda won, we woulda had it made
Play a little dixieland boys, ah yes
I'd have all the whiskey made in Tennessee
And all
I was roaming round in Nashville in the state of Tennessee
For I love that country music it's as soulful as can be
I have gathered their the records
Hank Williams, he came up, from Montgomery
With a heart full of hard-luck country songs
But Nashville, Tennessee, they didn't Understand him
woulda had it made
"Play a little dixieland boys, ah yes"
I'd have all the whiskey made in Tennessee
And all the horses raised
In those Kentucky hills
woulda had it made
"Play a little dixieland boys, ah yes"
I'd have all the whiskey made in Tennessee
And all the horses raised
In those Kentucky hills
Williams and Johnny Horton.
I met all the stars in hillbilly heaven
Oh what a star-studded night
Then I asked him who else do you expect in
of your friends I know
you'll want to see, they're waitin' for you." There they were standin' side by side and smilin' at me--
Hank Williams and Johnny
Williams and Johnny Horton.
I met all the stars in hillbilly heaven
Oh what a star-studded night
Then I asked him who else do you expect in
we'll see the skyline
(Chorus)
Girl you'll shine like a star at night
Underneath that Tennessee Sky
Still burnin' bright come the sunrise
I think that
Lookin' at you through a misty moonlight
Katy did sing like a symphony
Porch swing swayin' like a Tennessee lullaby
Melody blowin' through the willow
playing from days of old
Stained glass window calling out to this worn out soul
Little Jimmy and Bill Monroe own the stage tonight
Ole Hank Williams
I’d rather see than be one
Hey, hey hey, Diddle Diddle
Hey, Diddle Diddle
Grits on the griddle
Sweet potato pie
Biscuits and gravy, Tennessee eggs
Hank Williams, he came up from Montgomery
With a heart full of broken country songs
And Nashville Tennessee didn't really understand him
'Cause he
of your old commodores
Man was I glad to see them
There was Earnest Tubb Marty Robbins Red Foley
Lefty Frizzell Tennessee Ernie Ford
I dreamed I was there
On les entendait tous à la radio
Ces voix légendaires qui ont su allumer mon imaginaire
Denver, Williams, Lamothe et Johnny Cash
Des marchands de
Lookin' at you through a misty moonlight
Katydid sing like a symphony
Porch swing swayin' like a Tennessee lullaby
Melody blowing through
WABASH CANNONBALL
(A.P. Carter - William Kindt)
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From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From
Lookin' at you through a misty moonlight
Katydid sing like a symphony
Porch swing swayin' like a Tennessee lullaby
Melody blowing through
Lookin' at you through a misty moonlight
Katydid sing like a symphony
Porch swing swayin' like a Tennessee lullaby
Melody blowing through a willow
Lookin' at you through a misty moonlight
Katy did sing like a symphony
Porch swing swayin' like a Tennessee lullaby
Melody blowin' through the willow
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