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Grateful Dead - Tennessee Jed Grateful Dead - Tennessee Jed |
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edituj | | Rok vzniku: 1990 Pesničku videlo 1149 návštevníkov.
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Cold iron shackles, ball and chain,
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Listen to the whistle of the evenin' train. *
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You know you bound to wind up dead, | | | | | |
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If you don't head back to Tennessee Jed. | | | X | X
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Rich man step on my poor head, | | | | | |
When you get back you better butter |---|---|---|---|---|
my bread. | | | | X |
Well, do you know it's like I said, |---|---|---|---|---|
You better head back to Tennessee Jed.
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Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be,
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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,
I went down to play the slot machine,
The wheels turned around, and the letters read,
You better head back to Tennessee Jed.
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