Tennessee Mountain Top Testo

Palm trees and beautiful lips
Man it dosen't get any better than this
The sunset like fire on the Viper Room
Old Lemmy hold up at the bar
And Johnny Depp picking on an old guitar
Man I wish O'Keith would've taught him how to keep in tune

I came here looking for love
But all I found was sex and drugs
Strung out, broke down, homesick and thinking of you
There ain't nothing like a Tennessee mountain top
Some straight shooting neighbors that don't name drop
Where the preacher man praying for peace but still packing a gun
And singing karaoke in a double wide
With smoke so thick it'll burn your eyes
Oh oh, my sweet lord I warn ya

Fall in love with an angel
You'll end up in California

There ain't nothing like a Tennessee mountain top
Some straight shooting neighbors that don't name drop
Where the preacher man praying for peace but still packing a gun
And singing karaoke in a double wide
With smoke so thick it'll burn your eyes
Oh oh, my sweet lord I warn ya

Fall in love with an angel
Fall in love with an angel yeah Fall in love, fall in love, fall in love
Love with an angle
Oh oh
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