2020 Tennessee Code
Title 4 - State Government
Chapter 1 - General Provisions
Part 3 - State Symbols
§ 4-1-303. State Poems
- The poem entitled, “Oh Tennessee, My Tennessee,” by Admiral William Lawrence, is designated and adopted as an official state poem for this state, which poem reads as follows:
“Oh Tennessee, My Tennessee
What Love and Pride I Feel for Thee.
You Proud Ole State, the Volunteer,
Your Proud Traditions I Hold Dear.
I Revere Your Many Heroes
Who Bravely Fought our Country's Foes.
Renowned Statesmen, so Wise and Strong,
Who Served our Country Well and Long.
I Thrill at Thought of Mountains Grand;
Rolling Green Hills and Fertile Farm Land;
Earth Rich with Stone, Mineral and Ore;
Forests Dense and Wild Flowers Galore;
Powerful Rivers that Bring us Light;
Deep Lakes with Fish and Fowl in Flight;
Thriving Cities and Industries;
Fine Schools and Universities;
Strong Folks of Pioneer Descent,
Simple, Honest, and Reverent.
Beauty and Hospitality
Are the Hallmarks of Tennessee.
And O'er the World as I May Roam,
No Place Exceeds my Boyhood Home.
And Oh How Much I Long to See
My Native Land, My Tennessee.”
- The poem entitled, “My Tennessee,” by Michael McDonald, is designated and adopted as an official state poem for this state, which poem reads as follows:
Cowboy boots, pickup trucks,
White-faced bulls, and lespedeza hay,
Cottontails runnin', beagle dogs singin'
Huntin' with Grandpa, on a gray, frosty day.
Sunday mornin' preachin, hell-fire and brimstone,
Country ham for dinner, banana puddin' and ice tea,
Pitchin' them horse-shoes, watermelon cuttin',
Friends and kinfolk underneath the old oak tree.
Tennessee, you're a raging river,
A Lookout Mountain, seeing as far as you can see,
Bloody Shiloh, brother against brother,
General Grant and Robert E. Lee,
Sittin' on a feed sack, pickin' my guitar,
Writin' them songs, in a country kinda way,
Whittlin' on a cedar stick, spittin' tobacco juice,
Spinnin' them yarns, about by-gone days.
Andrew Jackson and ol' Davy Crockett
Always were heroes to me.
Buckskin britches, black-powder rifles,
Dreamin' ‘bout freedom and the days that used to be.
Tennessee I'll never leave you,
You're the heart and soul of me,
Mighty Mississippi, Great Smoky Mountains,
You're all these things, and more to me.
Matched-pair of sorrel mules, Tennessee walkers,
Munchin' on a moon pie and an R.O.C.;
Duck-head overalls, wish I had a Goo Goo;
All rared back listenin' to the Grand Ole Opry.
Tennessee I'll never leave you,
You're the heart and soul of me,
Mighty Mississippi, Great Smoky Mountains,
All these things, my Tennessee.
