Tennessee Jed Lyrics - Bruce Robison

Cold iron shackles, ball and chain 

You 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, rock all night 

The law come to get you if you don't walk right 

Got a letter this morning, baby, all it read 

Get on back to Tennessee Jed 

I dropped four flights and cracked my spine 

Buddy, come quick with the Iodine 

Catch a few winks, baby, under the bed 

Head on back to Tennessee Jed 

Tennessee, Tennessee 

There ain't no place I'd rather be 

Baby, won't you carry me 

Back to Tennessee 

Well, I run into Charlie Fog 

He blacked my eye and he kicked my dog 

My doggie turned to me as he said 

Let's head back to Tennessee Jed 

And I woke up a feeling mean 

Went on 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