Tennessee Lamb

Now that I look back

It's still hard to see

Why I never knew that I

Could never quite be

Raised to her social position

Lost where I came from

Forgot I was me

Country boy I knew that I

Could never get free

At the Commodore

Waiting for someone to tell me

Tell me

Caught out in Brierwood

In the white picket world

Ashler to Fontaine

The shape of the girl

Just creeping her way through my memory

The sound of the church bell

At the far edge of town

Shadowlawn is looming

I felt it as well

'Til the Commodore

I listened to all of them claim her

Claim her

So walk away, walk away while you still can

Lost to my temptation for the snow-white Tennessee Lamb

I was always praying that she would be the one to

Give me something more than something to respond to

So come away, come away while you still can

Lost in conversation with the black sheep Tennessee Lamb

I was always praying for one that I could walk to

Trying to hold the thing that no one can hold on to