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 an old
Red-eyed 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 finally
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
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