Ripple lyrics

Cold iron shackles and a 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 up 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
Law come to get you if you don`t walk right
Got a letter this morning 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 down under the bed
Then 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 ran into Charley 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
Went down to play the slot machine
The wheels turned round and the letters read
Better head back to Tennessee, Jed

Tennessee, Tennessee
Ain`t no place I`d rather be
Baby won`t you carry me
Back to Tennessee