Long Night in Tennessee - Matt Wertz

Heard you were leaving

You hadn’t asked for much

Just a strong hand and a soft touch

The miles in between us

Were to great for you to hold

You said something’s different

Something’s changed

From the way it was

In those summer days

But you can’t explain it

And it’s best that we just move on

Go on and speak for yourself

Nothing has changed in the south

But you get a free night in Boston

I get a long night in Tennesee

Said we’d be together

Until the end of time

But my clock’s still tickin'

Quarter past nine

Every second that passes

Second guesses are made through

Go on and speak for yourself

Nothing has changed in the south

But you get a free night in Boston

I get a long night in Tennesee