|
|
Leavin' Tennessee
Don Kelley
Going to old Kentucky, leaving Tennesee
Got a pretty baby waiting there for me
Waiting there for me
Well, I met my mountain baby standing in her cabin door
Her little hand a'waving goodbye forevermore
Couldn't forget my blue-eyed darling when I heard that whistle scream
So I swung a boat at midnight 'cause I'm leaving Tennesee
That old freight train whistle seems like home to me
Going to old Kentucky, leaving Tennesee
Leaving Tennesee
Smoke a'boiling, wheels a'rolling, whistle crying through the night
Seemed to know it was my baby going home to make things right
Rolling a hundred miles an hour but that's too slow for me
For I'm going to old Kentucky and I'm leaving Tennesee
That old freight train whistle seems like home to me
Going to old Kentucky, leaving Tennesee
Leaving Tennesee
I'm leaving Tennesee
