Текст Jan – Tennessee

Sweeter than the birds that go in the trees
That’s what she meant to me
Sweeter than the wine and she looked so fine
When she met me in Tennessee

I felt so grand when she took my hand
And said, ‘Come, go with me’
Held me tight on a moonlit night
Someplace in Tennessee

Sweeter than the birds that go in the trees
That’s what she meant to me
Sweeter than the wine and she looked so fine
When I met her in Tennessee

I felt so grand when she took my hand
And said, ‘Come, go with me’
Held me tight on a moonlit night
Someplace in Tennessee