Tennessee In My Windshield - Rebecca Lynn Howard

Well, I washed my Mustang just last nigt

Filled the tank full of freedom

I’ve been waiting on eighteen, eighteen years

And now that it’s here I’m leaving

There were tear to cry you know good-bye

Was the hardest part of the deal

So long mom see ya dad

I’ll call you from Nashville.

I got Tennesse in my windshield

Kentucky in my rear view mirror

Every mile means all of my dreams

Are getting a little bit nearer

I got Patty on the radio

It sure is good to hear her

With Tennessee in my windshield

Kentucky in my rear view mirror.

Got my first guitar for Christmas

When I was ten years old

I send «I Shall Not Be Moved"and it moved me

Right down to my soul

That engine’s humming to me in the key of C

Telling me we’ll be there soon

It’s a three hour drive down sixty-five

But I’ll be there by noon.

I got Tennessee in my windshield

Kentucky in my rear view mirror

Every mile means all of my dreams

Are getting a little bit nearer

I got Patty on the radio

It sure is good to hear her

With Tennessee in my windshield

Kentucky in my rear view mirror…