When I was a young boy down in the hills of Tennessee
I'd often pass my time in sweet reverie.
Climbing the pine trees straight and high
Just to see if I could touch the sky, to see if I could touch the sky.
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Riding the pines in Tennessee
Riding the wind in search of some peace
Riding the pines in Tennessee
Riding the wind in search of my freedom
Time passes much too quickly and young boys grow
But for young hearts impatient time passes too slow
Forests of fantasy fade away
Young men have lost the way they came.
They've lost the way they came.
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I am a father now with a son of my own
Responsibilities in keeping safe our home
But when the pressures are just too much
I need but look in his eyes
And I'm back in the skies.
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