She was a blue-eyed rebel child with a Sunday morning smile
I was 17, knew everything except how to make her mine
I picked her up in dad's old truck and that night I kissed her
A first love grew wings while the fireflies blinked by the Tennessee River

And we sang along to the radio
And we danced when they played one slow
Nothing better to do but fall in love
And watch the old river flow
Let it flow, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Let it flow, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

He dropped me off and picked me up again a hundred times that summer
We grew up a little more every time that we saw each other
I learned her middle name and her favorite color, just lying out there with her
With the moon through the trees, with the birds and the bees on a Tennessee River

And we sang along to the radio
And we danced when they played one slow
Nothing better to do but fall in love
And watch the old river flow
Let it flow, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Let it flow, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Sometimes, I take the long way home, past that cobble bridge
Watch the sun go down, just think about those two stupid kids
It ain't too much, but sometimes I stop and let myself miss her
Where our love grew wings, yeah, I still think about the Tennessee River

Yeah, we sang along to the radio
And we danced when they played one slow
Nothing better to do but fall in love
And watch the old river flow
Nothing better to do but fall in love
And watch the old river flow
Let it flow, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Let it flow, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh