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Howdy, Have y’all ever heard the Morgan Wallen song Talkin’ Tennessee? I’m sure you have. It’s a love song he writes to a girl trying to sweet talk her the Tennessee Southern boy way.

I’ve been in love with a Tennessee Irish Cherokee man before who sure knew how to sweet talk me. The song though just softly sings in your ear just how sweet Tennessee itself is. I just am in love with Tennessee, always have been.

The laid back, no hurry country life is soul satisfying. Simple living at it’s finest. If you meet a millionaire Tennessee person you most likely will never know they’re wealthy because they’ll talk to you the same as a farmer down the road in his overalls. Kind and courteous.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just talkin’ Tennessee,” he sings softly in his North East Tennessee southern drawl, and right then and there you fall in love with Tennessee all over again if you are a true-blue Tennessean. Your life comes flooding back, Sunday dinner at Mamaw’s, riding shotgun in your daddy’s truck in the back woods. Talking sweet, but getting fired up if you’re pushed too far.

 “Catch a few fireflies in an old moonshine jar.” A favorite childhood memory for all of us. Hot, velvety air on a summer night, mixed with Mama’s sweet tea.

Red dirt roads and honeysuckle. Going down to the little country store for a cheese and tomato sandwich with an ice-cold bottle of Coca-Cola. Target practice with my cousins.

Isn’t this all the meaning of falling in love? I’m in love and always will be. “I’m just talkin’ Tennessee.”