Tennessee Mountain Top (Single Version)

Palm trees and beautiful hips Man it dosen't get any better than this Sun settin' like fire on the Viper Room Old Lemmy holed up at the bar And Johnny Depp pickin' on an old guitar Man I wish old Keith would've taught em how to keep it in tune I came here lookin' for love But all I found was sex and drugs Strung out, broke down, homesick and thinkin' of you There ain't nothin' like a Tennessee mountain top Some straight shootin' neighbors that don't name drop With a preacher man prayin' for peace but still packin' a gun you better ask somebody Singing karaoke in a double wide With smoke so thick it'll burn your eyes Oh oh, my sweet Lord I'll warn ya Fall in love with an angel You'll end up in California High tide I felt so alive Until I spent six hours on the 405 In a jacked up rocky ridge straight rollin' coal But then I, I turned up the radio And hear a bunch of that's got no soul All pop and hip hop but no damn rock n' roll I came here lookin' for love But ended up on a bathroom rug On my knees prayin' God please see me through There ain't nothin' like a Tennessee mountain top Some straight shootin' neighbors that don't name drop With a preacher man prayin' for peace but still packin' a gun Singing karaoke in a double wide With smoke so thick it'll burn your eyes Oh oh, my sweet Lord I'll warn ya Fall in love with an angel You'll end up in California There ain't nothin' like a Tennessee mountain top Some straight shootin' neighbors that don't name drop With a preacher man prayin' for peace but still packin' a gun you better ask somebody Singing karaoke in a double wide Some sweet southern sugar right by my side Oh oh, my sweet Lord I'll warn ya Fall in love with an angel Fall in love with an angel, yeah Fall in love, fall in love, fall in love, love, love With an angel