Neil Diamond — Tennessee Moon

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 a red-eye 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 fin'ly 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 Yeah, 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