Tennessee Plates

The Girl with the Tennessee Plates

Tennessee plates and a pickup truck
Cowboy boots, a bent penny for luck
I’ve been up all night, now it’s almost light
But it’s not too late… I’m still the girl with Tennessee plates

I don’t know how I backed into this town
It’s way too far north and I’ve been turned down and turned around
What I do know, Charlie, is you’re a damned good man
You came into a little money, kind of funny, oh yeah
How we got into the habit of spending it all
There was never enough and that’s the downfall
And I had to get away but ‘til the day I die
I’ll love you and miss you and time will go by

Tennessee plates and a pickup truck
Dan Post boots, a bent penny for luck
I’ve been up all night and it’s getting light
No it’s not too late yes I’m still the girl with Tennessee plates

Well the Butterfield Bridge crosses over the tracks
It’s a two-lane, it’s too slick, there’s no turning back
Over there where they call you Chuck, the boys in the DeVille
With their pills and their crystal and you with a empty pistol and a twenty dollar bill

I’ll call my brother in Nashville, he could send me the cash
To buy some gas and a roadmap, I’ll be home in a flash
To the Red River Valley, the green rolling hills
Far away from your damned white powder and your little black pills

Tennessee plates and a pickup truck
Abilene boots, a bent penny for luck
I’ve been up all night and the sun’s too bright
But it’s still not too late…
Tennessee plates