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I'm staring down a mile of disappearing track
Is this the best that we could do
I'm leaning through the rain but you ain't...
Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
Village children fight each other for a share
And the 6:09 goes roaring past the...
I'll catch the tramline in the morning
With your leave Van Bushell said
He had further heard the cock crow
As he...
From this day on I own my father's gun
We dug his shallow grave beneath the sun
I laid his broken body down below the southern...
Rolling over trying to sleep
And understanding women
Thinking of you out there somewhere
Looking for a new beginning
I took myself a blue canoe
And I floated like a leaf
Dazzling, dancing
Half enchanted
In my Merlin sleep...
Whenever I hear good-bye
Reminds me, baby, of you
I break down and cry
The next time I'll be true, yeah
...
Lately I've been thinking how much I miss my lady
Amoreena's in the cornfield brightening the daybreak
Living like a lusty...
Holding all the pictures that my life's drawn
I never find I'm missing love
Remembering all parades that had been rained on
If you were me
And I was you
If you had to play my part out
What would you do
Two crazy stories
Two...
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There's a porch swing in Tupelo
In the shade of the south
Where the sweet honey drips off that old hush-yo'-mouth
It's a slow road on down
That old Natchez Trace
Through Alabama cotton fields to a state of grace
It's a crisp golden Autumn
On the Tennessee line
Rolling down to Mississippi like you headed back in time
Town's closed on Sunday
Everybody's in church
It's empty as the moon this place here on earth
And this place don't change
Some places move slow
I'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze
Ghosts of the old south are all around me
Yea swing high, yea swing low
Here on this porch swing in Tupelo
His mama must have loved him
That truck drivin' boy
With the grease monkey look and the rock 'n roll voice
Well I was just thinkin' 'bout him
'Cause I guess he sat here
Singing all praise to God through poverty's tears
And this place don't change
Some places move slow
I'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze
Ghosts of the old south are all around me
Yea swing high, yea swing low
Here on this porch swing in Tupelo
And this place don't change
Some places move slow
I'm just rocking' myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze
Ghosts of the old south are all around me
Yea swing high, yea swing low
Here on this porch swing in Tupelo
And this place don't change
Some places move slow
I'm just rocking' myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do but hang in the breeze
The ghosts of the old south all around me
Yea swing high, yea swing low
On this porch swing in Tupelo
Here on this porch swing in Tupelo
Here on this porch swing in Tupelo
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