Chris Lane - Too Tennessee lyrics

She’s city nights and broadway marquee signs And I’m just one red light down pa**ing old cafe And her world spins fast at concrete steel in gla** And mine moves more like mola**es on a winters day So how could we love so good And live so differently She likes the view from the penthouse suite She likes the sound of those city streets At two AM when I’ve got satin pillows pulled over my head And I like taking the long way home Getting lost down dusty backwood roads But I can’t blame her for not caring where they might lead And maybe she’s too New York And maybe I’m too Tennessee She makes me laugh, a martini in her hand As she’s trying to imitate my southern drawl Lookin’ too cute in my old ball cap But that woman is no cowgirl at all Sometimes it makes me wonder What she sees in me, yes she does She likes the view from the penthouse suite She likes the sound of those city streets At two AM when I’ve got satin pillows pulled over my head And I like taking the long way home Getting lost down dusty backwood roads But I can’t blame her for not caring where they might lead And maybe she’s too New York And maybe I’m too Tennessee And maybe I shouldn’t question why And just catch a red eye flight Cause she likes the view from the penthouse suite She likes the sound of those city streets At two AM when I’ve got satin pillows pulled over my head And I like taking the long way home Getting lost down dusty backwood roads But I can’t blame her for not caring where they might lead And maybe she’s too New York And maybe I’m too Tennessee I guess we’ll have to wait and see baby