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Cold iron shackles and a ball and chain
I 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
A rich man step on my poor head
When you get back, you better butter my bread
Well, you know that it's just like I said
You better hurry 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?

Drink all day and I rock all night
A law come to get you if you don't walk right
Got a letter this mornin', baby, you know what it read?
You better hurry on back to Tennessee, Jed
I dropped four flights and cracked my spine
Honey, come quick, bring the iodine
Gonna catch a few winks, baby, up under the bed
And then 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?

I run into old Charlie Phogg
But he blackened my eye, and he kicked my dog
My dog turned to me, and he said
"Let's head on back to Tennessee, Jed"
I woke up this mornin', I was feelin' mean
I went down to play on the slot machine
The wheels, they turned around and the letters read
"You better hurry on back to Tennessee, Jed"
Oh, Tennessee, Tennessee
There ain't no place I'd rather be
Baby, won't you carry me
Back to Tennessee?

Tennessee, Tennessee
There ain't no place I'd rather be
Baby, won't you carry me
Back to Tennessee?
Baby, won't you carry me
Back to Tennessee?