Elton John - Porch Swing In Tupelo Lyrics
Lyrics by Bernie TaupinThere's a porch swing in TupeloIn the shade of the southWhere the sweet honey drips off that old hush-yo'-mouthIt's a slow road on downThat old Natchez TraceThrough Alabama cotton fields to a state of graceIt's a crisp golden AutumnOn the Tennessee lineRolling down to Mississippi like you headed back in timeTown's closed on SundayEverybody's in churchIt's empty as the moon this place here on earthAnd this place don't changeSome places move slowI'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in TupeloI got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breezeGhosts of the old south are all around meYea swing high, yea swing lowHere on this porch swing in TupeloHis mama must have loved himThat truck drivin' boyWith the grease monkey look and the rock 'n roll voiceWell I was just thinkin' 'bout him'Cause I guess he sat hereSinging all praise to God through poverty's tearsAnd this place don't changeSome places move slowI'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in TupeloI got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breezeGhosts of the old south are all around meYea swing high, yea swing lowHere on this porch swing in TupeloAnd this place don't changeSome places move slowI'm just rocking' myself on this porch swing in TupeloI got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breezeGhosts of the old south are all around meYea swing high, yea swing lowHere on this porch swing in TupeloAnd this place don't changeSome places move slowI'm just rocking' myself on this porch swing in TupeloI got nothing to do but hang in the breezeThe ghosts of the old south all around meYea swing high, yea swing lowOn this porch swing in TupeloHere on this porch swing in TupeloHere on this porch swing in Tupelo
