I was raised on a Tennessee hillside
Where blackberry bushes grow thick
With feet like the soul of a workin' man's boot
And a head like a wave made of lead
Crooked grin, thorn stickin' out my shoulder
Hair too damn long, oh well
They tell me take a break, I'm sorry I can't
Tennesseans make music year 'round
I can't help it, God put me in a place so great
Even the tractors got the same damn color paint
Same ol' rivers and same ol' streams
Cut that exhaust off, son, let it scream
God bless the south, I'll never shut my mouth
And I'm proud to be from Tennessee
Tennessee, Tennessee
I'm proud to be from Tennessee, mmm
My favorite shirt has the arms cut out
With a couple old tobacco stains
I've burnt up every Kenny Chesney album drinkin' Coors Light
Been sunburnt on a lake
And I wouldn't know how forever feels
But not in no hall of fame
'Cause I'll always be in a holler with the workin' man
And that's somethin' nobody can take
I can't help it, God put me in a place so great
Even the tractors got the same damn color paint
Same ol' rivers and same ol' streams
Cut that exhaust off, son, let it scream
God bless the south, I'll never shut my mouth
And I'm proud to be from Tennessee
Tennessee, Tennessee
I'm proud to be from Tennessee
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