Martini Police - Tennessee Lyrics

Tennessee, you're part of me
With all the places where I've ever been, but you
Nashville, listening to Kurt Vile
With all the places in time I won't see with you
We saw the coolest part of the city out of your window door
I've never walked my street with you
We used to sit right at the table in our favorite part of the night
Am I right? Am I right?
I wondered what are the odds, what are the odds
What are the odds, what are the odds
Of seeing you cooking pasta in the kitchen
I would build with my hands for you, for you, for you
I'd built with my hands for you
What are the odds
I'd built with my hands for you
What are the odds
I'd built with my hands for you
What are the odds
That was April, not December
It was mid-November, beginning of December
When disillusion first came up
Disillusion came up as it always happens here
Disillusion came up
But it came up
As the day began
As the day began
And what are the odds
Disillusion came up
What are the odds
Disillusion came up
And what are the odds
Disillusion came up
But it came up as the day