Tennessee Moon - Neil Diamond

Hollywood don’t do what it once could do

I used to wake up

And write me a song 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

Makes me wonder

Is it the same moon Hank played 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