Tennessee Jed (Live 1972)

Cold iron shackles, ball and chain

Listen to the whistle of the evening 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, 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

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 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 Phogg

He blacked my eye and he kicked my dog

My dog, he turned to me and he said

"Let's head back to Tennessee, Jed"

I woke up a-feeling mean

Went down to play the slot machine

The wheels turned 'round 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?

Tennessee, Tennessee

There ain't no place I'd rather be

Baby, won't you carry me

Back to Tennessee?