Tennessee Jed (Live at Wembley Empire Pool, London, England 4/7/1972)

Cold iron shackles

And ball and chain

Listen to the whistle

Of the evenin' 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

You know you

Well, 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

I woke up

But feelin' mean

Went down to play

The slot machine

The wheels turned around

Baby, the letters 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

And then we 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 Fog

Blacked my eye

And he kicked my dog

My doggie turned to me

And he said

"Let's head back

To Tennessee Jed"

Drink all day

Baby, rock all night

The law come to get you

If you don't walk right

Catch a few winks

Down, under the bed

Then we 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