Talkin' Tennessee - Morgan Wallen

You say those city boys living in those high rise condos

Only left you feeling low

Those little smoke glass fancy cars sure go fast

But never got you where you wanted to go

All I’ve ever owned is an old Chevy truck

Cuddled up, get you falling in love on the bench seat

Don’t mind me, I’m just talking Tennessee

Girl don’t blame me if I slip and call you baby

That’s just my way of letting the lady know she’s working on me

There I go letting my South side show

Whiskey whispering those little sweet nothing southernisms

Jack and seven sipping, hoping that you’re digging on me

Talking Tennessee

You say the street lights only ever let you see the skyline

It’s been a long time

Since the Milky Way, Jupiter, and Venus took your breath away

Yeah like you’re taking mine

What you say we grab some tailgate underneath the stars

Catch a few fireflies in a moonshine jar

Don’t mind me, I’m just talking Tennessee

Girl don’t blame me if I slip and call you baby

That’s just my way of letting the lady know she’s working on me

There I go letting my South side show

Whiskey whispering those little sweet nothing southernisms

Jack and seven sipping, hoping that you’re digging on me

Talking Tennessee

There I go letting my South side show

Whiskey whispering those little sweet nothing southernisms

Jack and seven sipping, hoping that you’re digging on me

Talking Tennessee

Talking Tennessee

Talking Tennessee