Magic

You can still see the riverboat running from the top of the hill
Rolling down the river past the cotton mill
When I was a child my biggest thrill was seeing that string a’ lights
Like magic on a Tennessee night.

We used to spend all day picking guitars
Sipping lemonade from mason jars
When the sun went down we’d sing to the stars and never knew it could sound so right
Like magic on a Tennessee night.

Well I got a little older learned a thing or two
About stock car racing and shooting the moon
Raising Cain at the drive in with water balloons the memories still shine bright
Like magic on a Tennessee night

Well I met her at a barn dance early one spring
Barefoot in gingham, the prettiest thing
I swore right there that she would wear my ring never knew it could feel so right
Like magic on a Tennessee night

And I said, “Hey baby, the sky’s on fire and the sun is sinking low.
So how’s about you and me do a two-step to the fiddle and the banjo?”
Ohhhh

Now the kids see the riverboat running from the top of the hill
Rolling down the river past the cotton mill
Don’t you know the biggest thrill is seeing that string a’ lights
Just like magic on a Tennessee night
Just like magic on a Tennessee night
Just like magic on a Tennessee night
Just like magic