C G C G C
C G C
Cold iron shackles, ball and chain.
Drink all day and rock all night.
I run into Charlie Fog.
F G C G C
Listen to the whistle of the evenin' train.
The law come to get you if you don't walk right.
Blacked my eye and he kicked my dog.
C Co7 Dm7 C7
You know you bound to wind up dead
Got a letter this mornin', baby and all it read:
My doggie turned to me and he said.
C F G C G C
if you don't head back to Tennessee Jed.
'You better head back to Tennessee Jed.'
'Let's head back to Tennesse Jed.'
C G C
Rich man step on my poor head.
I dropped four flights and cracked my spine.
I woke up feelin' mean.
F G C G C
When you get back, you better butter my bread.
Honey, come quick with the iodine.
I went down to play the slot machine.
Co7 Dm7 C7
Well you know it's like I said:
Catch a few winks, baby, under the bed.
The wheels turned around and the letters read,
C F G C
you better head back to Tennessee Jed.
Then you head back to Tennessee Jed.
'You better head back to Tennessee Jed.'
Bb F G C
F C G F
Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be.
C G F
Baby won't you carry me
C G F G C
back to Tennessee.
Composição de Jerry Garcia/Robert Hunter