It's a big estate,
with rhodine gates,
and palm trees standing tall.
With fancy mills and chandeliers
An d comfort wall to wall
And the ocean air is crisp and clear
And they rave about our view
But there ain't no mountain breeze
And there ain't no hickory trees
An d this ain't Tennessee,
and she ain't you
There's a bedroom suite
where she comes to me
And while her fingers touch my face
I close my eyes an d fantasize
Another time and place
But what she feels is deep and real
And the love she gives is true
And she tries so hard to please,
but I think sometimes she sees
That this ain't Tenness
ee and she ain't here
And it's not that this ain't grand enough
And it's not that I ain't the man enough
But there was something easy going
I loved about you and Tennessee
So I've made
up my mind to learn my lines
an d try to play the part of a city boy
in a world of joy, but it ain't in my heart
Cause I miss my Morgan County home
And I miss your lovin' too
And it's deep inside of me
And it's always gonna be
Cause this ain't Tennessee
And she ain't you you