Tennessee Rain

Well, I wish I was drunk in Havana
I wish I was at the Mardi gras
I wish I had me two pretty ladies
On a Buckboard, down on the South Georgia farm

Run, run, run where the coyotes roam
Never to return to the transit road
That's were they bury the American dead
That's were they bury the American dead

Well, I wish I had one drop of liquor that
Runs like a river in the cotton wood hills
Making me forget the maggots and the chiggers
I'd like to spend an evening with a moonshine still

Run, run, run, where the wild wind blows
Never to return to the transit road
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain

Well, I wish I was a helmsman on a clipper bound for the Spanish main
Breathing fancy breezes
Gold Jamaican sugar cane

Run, run, where the wild wind blows
Never to return to the transit road
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
Shake it out

Run, run, run where the wild wind blows
Never to return to the transit road
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain