i was not troubled by the distance of your friendnbut she got close to Tennessee nbut she won't be back againnwas it the thought of love or the rolling hills that she could not takenyou know the sweeter air is just too fair for a girl from the northern statesnnthe honesty of lucid tongues to you i will not preachnthe city can't stake dying claims to the kind face of southern speechnas soon as you can please get past baltimorencause you'll never see nothing as green as virginia flying past your doornndon't go for coffee in our houses nyou've seen her best it's emotionless noisenslow down take a look at your hometownnthat's allnnshe wrote you back she said she's sorry that you couldn't come up northnand now she's majoring in post-modern sin with some guy you've never heard of before