Cold iron shackles and ball and chain
Listen to the whistle of the evening train
You know you bound to wind up dead
If you dont head back to Tennessee, Jed
Rich man step on my poor head
When you get back you better butter my bread
Well, you know its like I said
You better head back to Tennessee, Jed
Tennessee, Tennessee
There aint no place Id rather be
Baby, wont you carry me
Back to Tennessee
Drink all day and rock all night
The law come to get you if you dont walk right
Catch a few winks, baby, down under the bed
Then 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, all it read:
You better head back to Tennessee, Jed
Tennessee, Tennessee
There aint no place Id rather be
Baby, wont 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:
Lets head back to Tennessee, Jed
I woke up feeling mean
I went down to play the slot machine
The wheels turned around, baby, the letters read:
You better head back to Tennessee, Jed
Tennessee, Tennessee
There aint no place Id rather be
Baby, wont you carry me
Back to Tennessee
Tennessee, Tennessee
There aint no place Id rather be
Baby, wont you carry me
Back to Tennessee