sweethome

Sweet Home Tennessee
(Jubal Lee Young)
© 2012, Tellico Music (BMI)

My mama used to sing that the sun was blood red and going down
I used to fall asleep to a distant ghost train wailing sound
I know that the blood makes the grass grow tall in Tennessee
I know that there's gonna be seven when the time comes to carry me

Whoa! Won't you put a lamp low in your window?
Whoa! So I can find my way back through the shadows
Will you still be waiting there for me?
My sweet home Tennessee

Yeah

Cold water whiskey surely rob you of your soul
You stuff the devil in a gaping God-sized hole
Homesick madness, blooming like spring, stark-raving green
You hear the siren like the sweet mockingbird sing

Whoa! Won't you put a lamp low in your window?
Whoa! So I can find my way back through the shadows
Will you still be waiting there for me?
My sweet home Tennessee

Whoa! Won't you put a lamp low in your window?
Whoa! So I can find my way back through the shadows
Will you still be waiting there for me?
My sweet home Tennessee

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