Glen Campbell — Tennessee Home

It is raining out my window, tiffley falling song of sky All the trees are, drinking water We know with the cold and dry It is raining out my window on my Tennessee home Yes, it is raining on my Tennessee home I can see an old plantation, no one lives there anymore Yankees took it, made a station, treat the wounded in the war It is raining out my window on my Tennessee home And it is raining on my Tennessee home On my wallet faded picture, someone met the photograph Man and woman, looking bitter, from all the sin to last And it is raining out my window on my Tennessee home And it is raining on my Tennessee home Yes, it is raining on my Tennessee home