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

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

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

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

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

And this place change, some places move slow
I'm rocking myself 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, some move slow
I'm rocking' myself on this porch 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 this swing in Tupelo

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