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Mama, I'm calling, I've got some news Don't you tell Daddy, he'll blow a fuse Don't worry I'm doing okay I know you raised me to know right from wrong It ain't what you think And I'm still writing songs Just never thought I'd see the day I've never felt this way I met somebody, and he's got blue eyes He opens the door, and he don't make me cry He ain't from where we're from, but he feels like home He's got me doing things I've never done In Georgia they'd call it a sin I'm wearing Tennessee orange for him He took me to Knoxville last Saturday And I wore the hat on his dash to the game Sure wasn't Athens, but I Fell for him under those Neyland lights I met somebody, and he's got blue eyes He opens the door, and he don't make me cry He ain't from where we're from, but he feels like home He's got me doing things I've never done In Georgia they'd call it a sin I'm wearing Tennessee orange for him Mama, forgive me I like him a lot Hell, I'm learning the words to "Ol' Rocky Top And he's got a smile that makes me forget I've always looked better in red But I met somebody, and he's got blue eyes He opens the door, and he don't make me cry He ain't from where we're from, but he feels like home He's got me doing things I've never done I met somebody, and he's got blue eyes He opens the door, and he don't make me cry He ain't from where we're from, but he feels like home He's got me doing things I've never done In Georgia they'd call it a sin And I still want the Dawgs to win But I'm wearing Tennessee orange for him I'm wearing Tennessee orange for him
Writer(s): Paul Jenkins, David Fanning, Ben Williams, Megan Moroney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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