Tie a Yellow Ribbon

I can't say what is wrong or what is right But I can sit here and sip this drink all night Play old country records until dawn I might even fall out on the lawn With my troubles out of mind and out of sight Got a jar of my friend's moonshine by my side That he made when he cooked down some homemade wine Tastes like fruit on fire, don't you know Take two pulls and you'll be good to go Strap your old boots on, it's steppin' time Tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree That sweet rose of San Antone is the only one I need Let the train blow the whistle when I go Oh, sweet chariot won't you please swing low I've been tunin' in and twangin' out for so long I already went to Nashville, and I already moved on Runnin' on hopes, dreams, booze and weed And every other little thing in between And I'd do it all again to play one more song Tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree Whisperin' pines, send my baby back to me Country roads, won't you take me home Oh, sweet chariot won't you please swing low Tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree I'll be drifting right along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds Yippee ki yay and a whoopie ti yi yo Oh, sweet chariot won't you please swing low Oh, sweet chariot won't you please swing low Oh, sweet chariot won't you please swing low