| Song | Tennessee Moon |
| Artist | Neil Diamond |
| Album | Tennessee Moon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Diamond, Morgan | |
| Written:Neil Diamond/Dennis Morgan | |
| 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'lly 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 echos 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. |
| zuo ci : Diamond, Morgan | |
| Written: Neil Diamond Dennis Morgan | |
| 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 redeye 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' lly 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 echos 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. |
| zuò cí : Diamond, Morgan | |
| Written: Neil Diamond Dennis Morgan | |
| 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 redeye 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' lly 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 echos 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. |