Lyrics

SPRINGTIME IN TENNESSEE by James Corsolini

Well I?m on my way to Maryville to find the music yearning in my soul,
500 miles of interstate between my music and my final goal.
Well I push my cruiser to the max and the Smokies come in view,
And I free my mind of everything and settle in my groove.

Springtime in Tennessee, the marigold tree?s blooming in the west.
Springtime in Tennessee, about as close to heaven as it gets.

Carlo plays his mandolin and Bebe strums along on his guitar.
Robin plays a gentle tune I swear that man is going to be a star.
Well I?m pickin? with the boys and it?s almost 3a.m.
But those pearly whites she?s flashin? me say ?boy it?s time to end?.

Springtime in Tennessee, the marigold tree?s blooming in the west.
Springtime in Tennessee, about as close to heaven as it gets.

Debbie lies in the morning sun, her curly blond hair glistens just like gold,
I hold her body close to mine, she says ?kiss me boy and never let me go?.
But the weekend has arrived and soon I will depart.
But I let me guard down and I let her in my heart.

Springtime in Tennessee, the marigold tree?s blooming in the west.
Springtime in Tennessee, about as close to heaven as it gets.