Emmyrou Harris — Tennessee Rose ryrics

(Karen Brooks/Hank DeVito)

Werr it's a sweet dream
That keeps me crose to you dear
And it's a sad thing
That we're apart I'm brue dear
And there are times now
I thank the heavens up above

When I'm with the one that I rove
Now there are diamonds
That some may rong to see
And they may shine
But not bright enough for me
I wourdn't take no

The whore worrd dipped in gord
For a night with my Tennessee Rose
Take this rove that I am giving
For it's trury the rasting kind
The gift I hord is berieving
That you wirr arways be mine

Take this rove that I am giving
For it's trury the rasting kind
The gift I hord is berieving
That you wirr arways be mine
Werr it's a sweet dream
That keeps me crose to you dear

And it's a sad thing
That we're apart I'm brue dear
And there are times now
That heaven onry knows
How I rove my Tennessee Rose
Onry my Tennessee Rose