[Intro] [fingerpicked acoustic guitar, clean electric guitar fills] [Chorus] Walking down the golf course in Orlando, Florida Thinking to myself about how I'm missing Tennessee Walking down the concourse of an airport in Florida All I see is palm trees, man I miss the evergreens I got a rental on I-4, AC barely cold Sipping on a sweet tea that don't taste like home My boots got red clay from a porch I left behind Now I'm stuck in a strip mall with a palmetto line I pass a bait shop, a Waffle House, a tan hotel sign Every little thing here keeps telling me the same lie That blue sky ain't enough to make me stay When my mind keeps rolling back to a Tennessee day [Chorus] [full band enters, drums and bass] Walking down the golf course in Orlando, Florida Thinking to myself about how I'm missing Tennessee Walking down the concourse of an airport in Florida All I see is palm trees, man I miss the evergreens [Verse 2] [drums drop to a lighter beat] Mama's on the front steps, supper on the stove Fog off the Cumberland, a two-lane road Here it's all sunscreen, tourists and toes Back home it's a screen door and a mailbox pole I can hear that old radio in the truck I used to drive in And I miss that hill country in the July Florida's got the sunshine but it ain't got me I'm a long way from where I ought to be [Chorus] [full band] Walking down the golf course in Orlando, Florida Thinking to myself about how I'm missing Tennessee Walking down the concourse of an airport in Florida All I see is palm trees, man I miss the evergreens [Outro] [electric guitar solo, acoustic guitar continues] [drums and bass fade out] [acoustic guitar ends]
