Cold iron shackles with aball and chain
Listen to the whistle of the evenin′ train
You know you bound to wind up dead
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
Catch a few winks, down, under her bed
Better head back to Tennessee Jed
I dropped four flights and cracked my spine
Honey, come quick with the iodine
Got a letter this morning, baby, and all of it read
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
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 feelin' mean
Went down to play the slot machines
The wheels turned around, baby, 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
(Now, now) That′s the Olympic solo
Writer(s): Robert Hunter, Jerome Garcia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
