Let's hear it for him.Let's hear it for him.On a morning bright and fair, took my old farm out and fair, just a village down insunny Tennessee.I was speeding on a train that would bring me back again, that girl I loved in sunnyTennessee.I could hear the old folk singing as she bid farewell to me.Far across the fields of cotton, my old home said I could see, as the moon rose in itsglory, that I told my sweetest story to the girl I loved in sunny Tennessee.The old train drew up at last, all the familiar scenes I've passed, and I kissed my motherat the station door.All the crowds had gathered around, tears on every face I found, but I missed the onethat I'd been longing for.I could hear the old folk singing as she bid farewell to me.Far across the fields of cotton, my old home said I could see, as the moon rose in itsglory, that I told my sweetest story to the girl I loved in sunny Tennessee.Then I whispered, Mother dear, where is Mary?She's not here.All the world seemed lost when sadness came to me, for she pointed to a spot in that littleold church I'm on where my Mary sleeps in sunny Tennessee.I could hear the old folk singing as she bid farewell to me.Far across the fields of cotton, my old home said I could see, as the moon rose in itsglory, that I told my sweetest story to the girl I loved in sunny Tennessee.