From "On A Dark Highway", available 9.16.14.

Lyrics

Sweet Home Tennessee(Jubal Lee Young)© 2001, Tellico Music (BMI)My mama used to sing that the sun was blood red and going downI used to fall asleep to a distant ghost train wailing soundI know that the blood makes the grass grow tall in TennesseeI know that there's gonna be seven when the time comes to carry meWhoa! Won't you put a lamp low in your window?Whoa! So I can find my way back through the shadowsWill you still be waiting there for me?My sweet home TennesseeYeahCold water whiskey surely rob you of your soulYou stuff the devil in a gaping God-sized holeHomesick madness, blooming like spring, stark-raving greenYou hear the siren like the sweet mockingbird singWhoa! Won't you put a lamp low in your window?Whoa! So I can find my way back through the shadowsWill you still be waiting there for me?My sweet home TennesseeWhoa! Won't you put a lamp low in your window?Whoa! So I can find my way back through the shadowsWill you still be waiting there for me?My sweet home Tennessee