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I met a british gal outside of the mercy lounge one night in 2010. She said she sang in a group with her sisters back home and the romantic notion of sisters singing about how much they longed for Tennessee filled my mind that night and this song came out. So, this is for that gal and her sisters and of course, my home.
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Sleep, sleep, sleep my child
Hear a mockingbird song off a Chattanooga mile
Wildwood flowers on a sunny hill smile
Dream of Tennessee mornings
Far, far away from here
One day you're gonna be free and clear
Trade the London hustle for a small town career
Go to work in Tennessee mornings
Sleep, sleep, sleep my child
A red phone booth with a Nashville dial
Take an overnight flight, grab a seat on the aisle
Wake up in Tennessee mornings
Will you ever get married?
Sisters, I don't know
If I find a southern gent, then I do suppose
He can have my ring finger if he shows me the light
Wakes me up in Tennessee mornings
Sleep, sleep, sleep my child
Wear a white cotton dress old Knoxville style
Iris flowers on a firewood pile
Dream of Tennessee mornings
Bones, bones and barbecue
Ribs and sweet tea about an hour til noon
I'm perfectly content with nothin to do
But waste away a Tennessee morning
Slow, slow your horses down
Meet a well mannered boy from Cookeville town
Says, 'yes ma'am' and 'no sir,' he lays a jacket down
Chivalrous in Tennessee mornings
Sing, sing all night long
Carter family tunes, old Bristol songs
Appalachian music where it belongs
Into the Tennessee mornings
Chorus
Sleep, sleep, sleep my child
Like a Memphis lady with her Mississippi wiles
Funny little catfish carry steamboat guile
Into the Tennessee mornings
Sleep, sleep, sleep my child
Hear a mockingbird song off a Chattanooga mile
Wildwood flowers on a sunny hill smile
Dream of Tennessee mornings
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