Christmas in Tennessee

It’s Christmas nights in Tennessee
Amidst the fellowship fountains.
It’s quite hills, and pastures sights,
And dark blue smoky mountains.

It’s quite days of family games,
Of shooting clays and walks.
Where one can rest and one has talks
Of lands possession laws.

With morning coffee on the porch
And funny Texas roadhouse.
With yummy meals and sunny rides
And honest talks at nights…

We sat at conference garage
Admiring «virgins counsel»,
While sipping homemade sour drink
And watching Prostokvashyn.

When soon again we’ll go away
And back at barren prairies.
We’ll still remember pleasant nights
At Christmas Barren Valley’s…

It’s Christmas time in Tennessee
Where Chuckey waters whirl.
Unusual time to you and me
But since so even dearer…


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