It's a big estate
With wrought iron gates
And palm trees standin' tall
Fancy mirrors and chandeliers
Comfort wall to wall
And the ocean air is so crisp and clear
And they rave about our view
But there aint no mountain breeze
And there aint no hickory trees
And this aint Tennessee
And she aint you

There's a bedroom suite
Where she comes to me
And as her fingers touch my face
I close my eyes and I fantasize
Of another time and place
What she feels is so warm and real
And I know her love is true
And she tries so hard to please
Still I think sometimes she sees
That this aint Tennessee
And she aint you

It's not that it's not good enough
And it's not that I'm not man enough
There's just somethin' easy goin' that I love

To be continued...