Tennessee Jed — текст песни (Grateful Dead)

Cold iron shackles, ball and chain,
Listen to the whistle of the evenin` 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, 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
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 you 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 machine,
The wheels turned around, 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.