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 a 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 cottonwood 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

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