Editor's note: Reprinted with permissions: Copyright Ice Nine Publishing.
(see
Grateful Dead lyrics.)
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
Drank 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
Buddy 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 ran into Charlie
Fog
Blacked my eye and he kicked my
dog
My doggie turned to me and he said
Let's head back to Tennessee Jed
I woke up 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
The Grateful Dead
Europe '72
Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Jerry Garcia