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Hollywood don't do what it once could do I used to wake up And write me a song or two before noon. So I packed my dusty bags one night, Grabbed an old guitar And I caught a red-eye flight In search of a dream underneath The Tennessee moon I fell in love to an old Hank Williams tune And I wonder, Is it the same moon Hank stood under? Touched down And she stole my heart right away Began to think for the first time I might stay And when I heard That lonesome whistle moan Knew I'd fin'ly found my way back home In search of a dream underneath The Tennessee moon I fell in love to an old Hank Williams tune And I wonder, Is it the same moon Hank stood under Letras de cancionesWhen he sang about jambalaya And bein' lonesome enough to cry? And I can hear the echoes In the sounds of his guitar And his words still paint A picture in my heart Yeah, in search of a dream underneath The Tennessee moon I fell in love to an old Hank Williams tune I was in search of a dream underneath The Tennessee moon, Yes, I fell in love To an old Hank Williams tune From Letras Mania