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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
Yeah, swing high, yeah, 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
Yeah, swing high, yeah, 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
Yeah, swing high, yeah, swing low
Here on this porch swing in Tupelo
And this place don't change, some places move slow
I'm 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
Yeah, swing high, yeah, 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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