TENNESSEE
Words and Music by Nick Evans Mowery/BMI
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Hey dad, I remember you plowing them fields
Oh hide them bloodstains on your fingers
All the fields are all long gone, just a memory of a song
The old gravel ɾoad is long [Am]to [C7]our feet
Here we are in Erin, Tennessee
Mother tɾied to [C7]save the boy with the spotted fever
Tried to [C7]save the newborn from the cold
The calf was [Am7]up and [Bm]walkin’, the parents on [C7]the news were talkin’
The disease was [Am7]slowly stalking, I wonder why
The boy with spotted fever had to [C7]die
Ole friend named Davy was [Am7]a Boy Scout
Never killed him nothing he wouldn’t eat
But the college was [Am7]a callin’, the temperatures were fallin’
His family was [Am7]crawlin’ in the grief
Davy died on [C7]a freeway in Tennessee
Old black man pushin’ 60 as a drunk
He used to [C7]sleep outside my [A]daddy’s store all [Em]alone
I’ma waitin’ for [Dm7]the bus, three men began to [C7]fuss
They kicked him in the gutter, no ɾeason [C7]why
I helped him up and [Bm]gave’m my [A]lunch money
I’m not sure but I think I know the answer
It’s hidden in the fence, in the hay bails and [Bm]the tɾees
This mornin’s dew is chillin’, those catfish I’ll be [Am]ɾeelin’
A peaceful, mellow feelin’ I believe
It’s the ɾeason [C7]my [A]daddy moved to [C7]Tennessee