Porch Swing In Tupelo

[Intro] dim7 [Verse 1] There’s a porch swing in Tupelo In the shade of the south Where the sweet honey drips off that old hush-your-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 the 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 [Chorus] 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 except hang in the breeze Ghosts of the old south all around me Yeah swing high yeah swing low Here on this porch swing in Tupelo         [Verse 2] His mama must have loved him That truck driving boy With the grease monkey look and the rock and roll voice       Well i was just thinking about him   Because I guess he sat here Singing all praise to God through poverty’s tears [Chorus] 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 except hang in the breeze Ghosts of the old south all around me Yeah swing high yeah swing low Here on this porch swing in Tupelo         [Instrumental]   /        /     / /    / /     [Chorus] 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 except hang in the breeze Ghosts of the old south all around me Yeah swing high yeah swing low Here on this porch swing in Tupelo   [Chorus/Outro] 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 except hang in the breeze Ghosts of the old south all around me Yeah swing high yeah swing low Here on this porch swing in Tupelo Here on this porch swing in Tupelo Here on this porch swing in Tupelo