Old Tennessee - fools gold

End of October

The sleepy brown woods seem to

Nod down their heads to the Winter

Yellows and grays

Paint the sad skies today

And I wonder when

You’re coming home

Woke up one morning

The wind through the window

Reminded me Winter

Was just 'round the bend

Somehow I just didn’t

See it was coming

It took me by surprise again

And I hear you’re in San Francisco

Living with your sister who’s a mother to be

And her husband’s way down in Georgia

And I’m still in old Tennessee…

Wishing you’d come home to me

Life here is easy

I’m sure you recall

How it’s so warm and breezy

In the Summer and the Fall

But Winter’s upon me

And I’ve got no heat here

And I miss your fire so sweet, Dear

I miss your fire so sweet

And I hear you’re in San Francisco

Living with your sister who’s a mother to be

And her husband’s way down in Georgia

And I’m still in old Tennessee…

Wishing you’d come home to me

End of October

The sleepy brown woods seem to

Nod down their heads to the Winter

Yellows and gray

Paint the sad skies today

And I wonder when

You’re coming home

I wonder when you’re coming home