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 There's a porch swing in tupelo 
In the shade of the south 
Where the sweet honey drips off that old hush-yo'-mouth 
It's a slow road on down 
That old natchez trace 
Through alabama cotton fields to a state of grace 
It's a crisp golden autumn 
On the tennessee line 
Rolling down to mississippi like you headed back in time 
Town's closed on sunday 
Everybody's in church 
It's empty as the moon this place here on earth 
And this place don't change 
Some places move slow 
I'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in tupelo 
I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze 
Ghosts of the old south are all around me 
Yea swing high, yea swing low 
Here on this porch swing in tupelo 
His mama must have loved him 
That truck drivin' boy 
With the grease monkey look and the rock 'n roll voice 
Well I was just thinkin' 'bout him 
'cause I guess he sat here 
Singing all praise to god through poverty's tears 
And this place don't change 
Some places move slow 
I'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in tupelo 
I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze 
Ghosts of the old south are all around me 
Yea swing high, yea swing low 
Here on this porch swing in tupelo 
And this place don't change 
Some places move slow 
I'm just rocking' myself on this porch swing in tupelo 
I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze 
Ghosts of the old south are all around me 
Yea swing high, yea swing low 
Here on this porch swing in tupelo 
And this place don't change 
Some places move slow 
I'm just rocking' myself on this porch swing in tupelo 
I got nothing to do but hang in the breeze 
The ghosts of the old south all around me 
Yea swing high, yea swing low 
On this porch swing in tupelo 
Here on this porch swing in tupelo 
Here on this porch swing in tupelo 
            
 
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