PORCH
SWING IN TUPELO
(Elton
John & Bernie Taupin)
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
Yea
swing high, yea 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
Yea
swing high, yea 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
Yea
swing high, yea 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 but hang in the breeze
The
ghosts of the old south all around me
Yea
swing high, yea swing low
On
this porch swing in Tupelo
(EIN
thanks Max in Italy for sending us these lyrics)
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