| Lyrics: | Cold iron shackles, ball and chain,
Listen to the whistle of the evenin' train.
You know
you bound to wind up dead,
If you don't head back to Tennessee Jed.
Rich man step on
my poor head,
When you get back you better butter my bread.
Well, do you know it's like I
said,
You better head back to Tennessee Jed.
Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no
place I'd rather be,
Baby won't you carry me back to Tennessee.
Drink all day and
rock all night,
The law come to get you if you don't walk right
Got a letter this morning,
baby all it read,
You better head back to Tennessee Jed.
I dropped four flights and
cracked my spine,
Honey, come quick with the iodine,
Catch a few winks, baby, under the
bed
Then you head back to Tennessee Jed.
Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place
I'd rather be,
Baby won't you carry me back to Tennessee.
I run into Charlie
Fog,
Blacked my eye and he kicked my dog,
My doggie turned to me and he said,
Let's
head back to Tennessee Jed.
I woke up a felin' mean,
Went down to play the slot
machine,
The wheels turned around, and the letters read,
You better head back to Tennessee
Jed.
Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be,
Baby won't you carry
me back to Tennessee |
