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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grateful Dead
Performer
Jerry Garcia
Vocals
Bill Kreutzmann
Drums
Bob Weir
Vocals
Donna Jean Godchaux
Vocals
Keith Godchaux
Piano
Mickey Hart
Drums
Phil Lesh
Vocals
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Vocals
Tom Constanten
Keyboards
Pete Grant
Dobro
David Nelson
Guitar
Debbie Eisenberg
Musician
Marmaduke
Musician
Mouse
Musician
WENDY
Musician
Merle Saunders
Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry Garcia
Arranger
Robert Hunter
Songwriter
Grateful Dead
Arranger
Bill Kreutzmann
Arranger
Bob Weir
Arranger
Donna Jean Godchaux
Arranger
Keith Godchaux
Arranger
Mickey Hart
Arranger
Phil Lesh
Arranger
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Arranger
Tom Constanten
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Grateful Dead
Producer
Jerry Garcia
Producer
Robert Hunter
Producer
Dan Healy
Additional Engineer
Owsley Stanley
Producer
Ron Wickersham
Additional Engineer
Bill Kreutzmann
Producer
Bob Weir
Producer
Donna Jean Godchaux
Producer
Keith Godchaux
Producer
Mickey Hart
Producer
Phil Lesh
Producer
Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Producer
Tom Constanten
Producer
Bob Cassidy
Engineer
Leo de Gar Kulka
Engineer
Betty Cantor
Recording Engineer
Bob Matthews
Recording Engineer
Dick Bogert
Recording Engineer
Bobby Mitchell
Producer
David Hassinger
Producer
Tom Donahue
Producer
Jim Furman
Recording Engineer
Rosie
Recording Engineer
Wizard
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Cold iron shackles, ball and chain,
Listen to the whistle of the evenin' train.
You know you bound to wind up dead,
If you don't head back to Tennessee Jed.
Rich man step on my poor head,
When you get back you better butter my bread.
Well, do you know it's like I said,
You better head back to Tennessee Jed.
Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be,
Baby won't you carry me back to Tennessee.
Drink all day and rock all night,
The law come to get you if you don't walk right
Got a letter this morning, baby all it read,
You better head back to Tennessee Jed.
I dropped four flights and cracked my spine,
Honey, come quick with the iodine,
Catch a few winks, baby, under the bed
Then you head back to Tennessee Jed.
Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be,
Baby won't you carry me back to Tennessee.
I run into Charlie Fog,
Blacked my eye and he kicked my dog,
My doggie turned to me and he said,
Let's head back to Tennessee Jed.
I woke up a feelin' mean,
Went down to play the slot machine,
The wheels turned around, and the letters read,
You better head back to Tennessee Jed.
Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be,
Baby won't you carry me back to Tennessee.
Writer(s): Robert C. Hunter, Jerome J. Garcia
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