Ten Mile Tennessee

Just below the cumberlands,
Green rock earth and summers,
Where the Tennessee winds aimlessly,
To the flatland down below.
Where the morning dew hangs heavy,
On the weeping willow tree.
There's a place that times left so unchanged,
Called Ten Mile Tennessee.

A country store, an apple stand,
Surrounded by the Tennessee pastureland.
An old man sitting on his front porch swing
Talking to his dog while he's breaking beans.
It's a long long way from where I am,
To where I long to be,
In the foothills of the Blue Ridge,
Up in Ten Mile Tennessee.

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Ten Mile Tennesee,
I can hear you calling me,
Back to a simple place in time.
I'm going back some day,
Where the children run and play,
And the sage fields gently sway,
In Ten Mile Tennessee.

Now all these things that I recall,
From a place that I passed through one fall.
The amber leaves will soon be gone,
But the memory still lingers on.
For a moment in the stillness,
I escape reality.
Just caught up in the simple ways,
Of Ten Mile Tennessee.