Testo Tennessee Moon

Hollywood don't do what it once could do
I used to wake up
And write me a song or two before noon.
So I packed my dusty bags one night,
Grabbed an old guitar
And I caught a red-eye flight

In search of a dream underneath The Tennessee moon
I fell in love to an old Hank Williams tune
And I wonder,
Is it the same moon Hank stood under?

Touched down
And she stole my heart right away
Began to think for the first time
I might stay
And when I heard
That lonesome whistle moan
Knew I'd fin'ly found my way back home

In search of a dream underneath
The Tennessee moon I fell in love to an old Hank Williams tune
And I wonder,
Is it the same moon Hank stood under
When he sang about jambalaya
And bein' lonesome enough to cry?

And I can hear the echoes
In the sounds of his guitar
And his words still paint
A picture in my heart

Yeah, in search of a dream underneath
The Tennessee moon
I fell in love to an old Hank Williams tune
I was in search of a dream underneath
The Tennessee moon,
Yes, I fell in love
To an old Hank Williams tune