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by Earl Scruggs


        My Tennessee Mountain Home
            Earl Scruggs Revue


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Sittin' on the front porch on a sunny afternoon
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on a straight back chair on two legs leaned against the wall
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Watch the kids all playin' with june bugs on a string
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And catch the glowin' firefly as the evening shadows fall


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In my Tennesee mountain home life is as peaceful as a baby's sigh.
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In my Tennesee mountain home drinkin' singin' it feels div-ine.


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Honey-suckel vines cling to the fence along the way
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It's fragrance makes the summer wind so sweet
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And on a distant hill top an eagle spreads it's wings
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and a song bird on the fence post sings a melo-dy.


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In my Tennesee mountain home life is as peaceful as a baby's sigh.
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In my Tennesee mountain home drinkin' singin' it feels div-ine.


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Walkin' home from church on sunday with the one you love
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Just laughin', talkin', makin' future plans
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And when the folks 'aint lookin' you might steal a kiss or two
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Sittin' on the porch swing holdin' hands.


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In my Tennesee mountain home life is as peaceful as a baby's sigh.
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In my Tennesee mountain home drinkin' singin' it feels div-ine.

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In my Tennesee mountain home life is as peaceful as a baby's sigh.
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In my Tennesee mountain home drinkin' singin' it feels div-ine.


I'll never get tired of playing this song for you Jan... love you honey. -Jean