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There's a porch in Tupelo in the shade of the south
Where the sweet drips off that old hush-yo'-mouth
a slow road on down that old Natchez Trace
Through Alabama cotton fields to a state of

It's a crisp golden on the Tennessee line
Rolling down to like you headed back 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, places move slow
I'm just rocking myself on this swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do hang in the breeze
of the old south are all around me
Yeah, high, yeah, swing low
on this porch swing in Tupelo

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

And place don't change, some places move slow
I'm just rocking on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do 'cept in the breeze
Ghosts of the old south are all me
Yeah, swing high, yeah, low
Here on this porch swing in

And this place don't change, places move slow
I'm just rocking on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do 'cept in the breeze
Ghosts of the old south are all me
Yeah, swing high, yeah, low
Here on this porch in Tupelo

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

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