Leaving again to drive across The Great Tennessee, my home, the
land laid out in three parts, west, middle and east. I am leaving west and headed east. Head east old man, set your eyes upon the
hidden hills and round-topped mountains of your beloved birth and know that
tonight you will lay your head down beside her River and sleep in the warmth of
your beloved. Head east old man; drag
your weary bones along the trail for it will take you home; home to your treasured
East Tennessee who holds most all of those you cherish in hills and hollows of tranquil
glory. Head east old man.
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