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From the recording Tennessee

Just a little ditty about growing up on my parent's farm and how special those Sunday morning memories are to me...

Lyrics

Tennessee
By Louise Mosrie © 2009 Zoe Cat Music (BMI)


I can hear dad down in the kitchen getting breakfast going.
I hear him put the kettle on and the skillet hit the stove.
He turns on the radio to listen to the news

Mom’s dulcet voice rises softly up the staircase
Across the cold floors and sleep lines on my face
Like the sun washes over pastures and the world begins to move

Fried eggs and the Sunday paper
A wood stove to lean over
Hot coffee in my cup and nowhere else to be.
It’s these days I’ll remember
These perfect lazy mornings in Tennessee.

Cows call in the fields and the dog’s barking at something.
Pull a chair to the table. Bring the jam and margarine.
I can hear my sisters laughing like hyenas in the living room.

Watch the tiny chickadees picking out the sunflower seed.
I don’t bring up politics cause I wanna keep the peace and
My brother’s on the telephone telling me they’re having another baby.

Fried eggs and the Sunday paper
A wood stove to lean over
Hot coffee in my cup and nowhere else to be
It’s these days I’ll remember
These perfect lazy mornings in Tennessee.

Feet up in an easy chair watching
Mom cheatin’ at solitaire
God knows I sure do love my crazy family.
It’s these days I’ll remember
These perfect lazy mornings in Tennessee