Old Tennessee
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg; Fools Gold



End of October 
The sleepy brown woods seem to 
Nod down their heads to the Winter 
Yellows and grays 
Paint the sad skies today 
And I wonder when 
You're coming home 

Woke up one morning 
The wind through the window 
Reminded me Winter 
Was just 'round the bend
Somehow I just didn't 
See it was coming 
It took me by surprise again

And I hear you're in San Francisco 
Living with your sister who's a mother to be
And her husband's way down in Georgia 
And I'm still in old Tennessee ... 
Wishing you'd come home to me

Life here is easy 
I'm sure you recall 
How it's so warm and breezy 
In the Summer and the Fall
But Winter's upon me 
And I've got no heat here 
And I miss your fire so sweet, Dear 
I miss your fire so sweet 

And I hear you're in San Francisco 
Living with your sister who's a mother to be
And her husband's way down in Georgia 
And I'm still in old Tennessee ... 
Wishing you'd come home to me

End of October 
The sleepy brown woods seem to 
Nod down their heads to the Winter
Yellows and gray 
Paint the sad skies today 
And I wonder when 
You're coming home 
I wonder when you're coming home