Текст песни
We got a long track record of dreaming
Of getting lost and torn apart at all our seams
Yeah we go way back, back to the river
Back to the women no god bothered to deliver
We come from cigarettes, yeah and old shoes
From moving out every time the rent was due
And penniless old men with guitars
And children in the back room praying in the dark
Tennessee whiskey
Oh, it's in the blood and bones of me
Hallelujah, hallelujah
We wore our sleeves long, covered our bruises
The first to whine or cry in front of daddy loses
We sang the church songs, prayed to the holy ghost
Stayed up all night washing blood out of our Sunday clothes
From cheap shacks and a bloody cough
From orphans raised under a bloody cross
Oh we go way back - back to the moonshine
Back to raising hell and dying young and doing time
Tennessee whiskey
Oh, it's in the blood and bones of me
Hallelujah, hallelujah