Karaoké Tennessee Jed (live in Paris) Grateful Dead

Cold iron shackles ball and chain

Listen to the whistle of the evening train

You know you bound to wind up dead

If you don't head back to Tennessee, Jed

Rich man step on my poor head

When you get back you better butter my bread

Well, you know, it's like I said

You better 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

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 and, 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 Phogg

He blacked my eye and he kicked my dog

My dog, he turned to me and he said

Let's head back to Tennessee, Jed

I woke up a-feeling mean

I went down to play the slot machine

The wheels turned around and the letters read

You better 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

Tennessee, Tennessee

There ain't no place I'd rather be

Baby, won't you carry me back to Tennessee