| 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. |
