Words and Music by Neil Diamond and Dennis Morgan



Hollywood don't do what it once could do.

I used to wake up and write me a song before noon.

So I packed my dusty bags one night, grabbed an old guitar,

and I caught a red-eye flight.

In search of a dream underneath the Tennessee moon,

I fell in love to an old Hank Williams tune.

Makes me wonder: is it the same moon Hank played under?



Touched down and she stole my heart right away.

Began to think for the first time I might stay.

And when I heard that lonesome whistle moan,

knew I'd fin'lly found my way back home.



In search of a dream underneath the Tennessee moon,

I fell in love to an old Hank Williams tune.

And I wonder: is it the same moon Hank stood under

when he sang about jambalaya and bein' lonesome enough to cry?

And I can hear the echos in the sounds of his guitar.

And his words still paint a picture in my heart.



Yeah, in search of a dream underneath the Tennessee moon,

I fell in love to an old Hank Williams tune.

I was in search of a dream underneath the Tennessee moon,

yes, I fell in love to an old Hank Williams tune.