Tennessee

Yeah I'm feeling restless, I gotta make a scene

And there's a freighter, running inside of me

Thats why I feel like driving, way down to Tennessee

You know I can't be trusted, this city's got a hold of me

This concrete jungle, ain't got no room for me

Thats why I feel like driving, way down to Tennessee, oh right

Green grass and bath robes, as far as the eye could

Burned out and reckless, ain't nowhere to be

Thats why I feel like driving, way back to Tennessee