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Tennessee Jed
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing

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    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 up 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 and 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 down 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 ran into Charley 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
    Better head back to Tennessee, Jed
    Tennessee, Tennessee
    Ain't no place I'd rather be
    Baby won't you carry me
    Back to Tennessee

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