{"data":{"id":"us-tn/tenn.-code-ann.-4-1-322","jurisdiction":"us-tn","citation":"Tenn. Code Ann. § 4-1-322","heading":"Official poem of the Tennessee Bicentennial","body":"The poem entitled \"Who We Are\" by Margaret Britton Vaughn, Poet Laureate of Tennessee, is designated and adopted as the official poem of Tennessee's Bicentennial, which poem reads as follows: Who We Are The Bicentennial of Tennessee 1796-1996 The fertile soil of Tennessee Grew more than corn, tobacco, and cotton, It grew a crop of people who are Trailblazers, child raisers, flag wavers, soul savers. Like the roots of the tulip poplar, Our feet are planted deeply Into good living, neighbor giving, God fearing. Like the iris, buttercup and wild daisies, Our towns have sprung up In valleys, basins, mountains, plains and plateaus That house cabins, mansions and hillside chateaus. We're the one-room schoolhouse in the hollow; We're the university grad and the front-porch scholar. We're Davy Crockett at the Alamo, Sergeant York, World War I hero. We're Cordell Hull who served Roosevelt; We're Chief Sequoyah and his Cherokee alphabet. We're W.C. Handy and the Memphis Blues; We're Ida B. Wells and Civil Rights news, And Grand Ole Opry with old wooden pews. We're \"Rocky Top\" and \"Tennessee Waltz\" the same; We're \"Star Spangled Banner\" before the game. We're mockingbirds singing Appalachian folk songs; We're country church sing-alongs. We're hand clappers, toe tappers, knee slappers And Mama's lap lullaby nappers. We're Jackson, Johnson and James K. Polk; We're city slickers and poor hill folk; We're Anne Dallas Dudley and the Suffrage Vote. We're John Sevier, Don Sundquist and governors galore; We're congressmen, mayors and Vice President Gore. We're Wilma Rudolph's run for the gold And Sunday golfers' eighteenth hole. We're Christmas Eve and the Fourth of July; We're 4-H and homemade chess pie. We're TVA rivers, creeks and man-made lakes; We're ruts in dirt roads and interstates. We're all religions, creeds and peoples of race; We're Tennesseans who love the home place. We're the Volunteer State and will always be Ready to go when someone's in need. As our trees turn green and our barns turn gray. We celebrate our two hundredth birthday. We know we've done our best, stood the test, And will be laid to rest In the fertile soil of Tennessee. Acts 1997, ch. 337, § 1.\nThe poem entitled \"Who We Are\" by Margaret Britton Vaughn, Poet Laureate of Tennessee, is designated and adopted as the official poem of Tennessee's Bicentennial, which poem reads as follows:\nWho We Are\nThe Bicentennial of Tennessee\n1796-1996\nThe fertile soil of Tennessee\nGrew more than corn, tobacco, and cotton,\nIt grew a crop of people who are\nTrailblazers, child raisers, flag wavers, soul savers.\nLike the roots of the tulip poplar,\nOur feet are planted deeply\nInto good living, neighbor giving, God fearing.\nLike the iris, buttercup and wild daisies,\nOur towns have sprung up\nIn valleys, basins, mountains, plains and plateaus\nThat house cabins, mansions and hillside chateaus.\nWe're the one-room schoolhouse in the hollow;\nWe're the university grad and the front-porch scholar.\nWe're Davy Crockett at the Alamo,\nSergeant York, World War I hero.\nWe're Cordell Hull who served Roosevelt;\nWe're Chief Sequoyah and his Cherokee alphabet.\nWe're W.C. Handy and the Memphis Blues;\nWe're Ida B. Wells and Civil Rights news,\nAnd Grand Ole Opry with old wooden pews.\nWe're \"Rocky Top\" and \"Tennessee Waltz\" the same;\nWe're \"Star Spangled Banner\" before the game.\nWe're mockingbirds singing Appalachian folk songs;\nWe're country church sing-alongs.\nWe're hand clappers, toe tappers, knee slappers\nAnd Mama's lap lullaby nappers.\nWe're Jackson, Johnson and James K. Polk;\nWe're city slickers and poor hill folk;\nWe're Anne Dallas Dudley and the Suffrage Vote.\nWe're John Sevier, Don Sundquist and governors galore;\nWe're congressmen, mayors and Vice President Gore.\nWe're Wilma Rudolph's run for the gold\nAnd Sunday golfers' eighteenth hole.\nWe're Christmas Eve and the Fourth of July;\nWe're 4-H and homemade chess pie.\nWe're TVA rivers, creeks and man-made lakes;\nWe're ruts in dirt roads and interstates\nfolk;\nWe're Anne Dallas Dudley and the Suffrage Vote.\nWe're John Sevier, Don Sundquist and governors galore;\nWe're congressmen, mayors and Vice President Gore.\nWe're Wilma Rudolph's run for the gold\nAnd Sunday golfers' eighteenth hole.\nWe're Christmas Eve and the Fourth of July;\nWe're 4-H and homemade chess pie.\nWe're TVA rivers, creeks and man-made lakes;\nWe're ruts in dirt roads and interstates.\nWe're all religions, creeds and peoples of race;\nWe're Tennesseans who love the home place.\nWe're the Volunteer State and will always be\nReady to go when someone's in need.\nAs our trees turn green and our barns turn gray.\nWe celebrate our two hundredth birthday.\nWe know we've done our best, stood the test,\nAnd will be laid to rest\nIn the fertile soil of Tennessee.","path":["TN Code","Title 4","Chapter 1"],"source_url":"https://oss-data-us.vaquill.ai/v2026.08/us_tn_statutes.parquet","current_through":"2026-08-14","vintage":"open-us-law v2026.08, retrieved 2026-09-14","retrieved_at":"2026-09-14T18:32:26Z","sha256":"02ff08dbecedd44c44cfadb4b52e08d5450b4e00a21cef971291236aa404923a","source_id":"us-tn","stale":false,"prev":"us-tn/tenn.-code-ann.-4-1-321","next":"us-tn/tenn.-code-ann.-4-1-323"},"notice":"GroundRules: Original legal text. 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