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There's a porch in Tupelo in the shade of the south
Where the sweet honey drips off that old
It's a slow road on down old Natchez Trace
Through Alabama fields to a state of grace

a crisp golden Autumn on the Tennessee line
Rolling down to Mississippi like you headed in time
Town's on Sunday, everybody's in church
It's empty as the moon this place here on

And this place don't change, some places slow
I'm just rocking myself on this swing in Tupelo
I got to do 'cept hang in the breeze
Ghosts of the old are all around me
Yeah, high, yeah, swing low
Here on porch swing in Tupelo

His must have loved him, that truck drivin' boy
the grease monkey look and the rock 'n roll voice
Well, I was just thinkin' him 'cause I guess he sat here
all praise to God through poverty's tears

And this place change, some places move slow
I'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in
I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the
Ghosts of the old south are all me
Yeah, high, yeah, swing low
Here on this swing in Tupelo

And this don't change, some places move slow
I'm rocking myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got to do 'cept hang in the breeze
Ghosts of the old south are all me
Yeah, high, yeah, swing low
Here on porch swing in Tupelo

And this place don't change, some places slow
I'm rocking' myself on porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do but in the breeze
The ghosts of the old south all me
Yeah, high, yeah, swing low
On this porch swing in

Here on this porch in Tupelo
Here on this swing in Tupelo