There's a porch swing in Tupelo
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In the shade of the south
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Where the sweet honey drips off that old hush-yo'-mouth
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It's a slow road on down
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That old Natchez Trace
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Through Alabama cotton fields to a state of grace
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It's a crisp golden Autumn
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On the Tennessee line
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Rolling down to Mississippi like you headed back in time
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Town's closed on Sunday
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Everybody's in church
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It's empty as the moon this place here on earth
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And this place don't change
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Some places move slow
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I'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
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I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze
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Ghosts of the old south are all around me
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Yea swing high, yea swing low
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Here on this porch swing in Tupelo
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His mama must have loved him
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That truck drivin' boy
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With the grease monkey look and the rock 'n roll voice
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Well I was just thinkin' 'bout him
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'Cause I guess he sat here
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Singing all praise to God through poverty's tears
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And this place don't change
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Some places move slow
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I'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
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I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze
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Ghosts of the old south are all around me
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Yea swing high, yea swing low
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Here on this porch swing in Tupelo
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And this place don't change
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Some places move slow
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I'm just rocking' myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
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I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze
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Ghosts of the old south are all around me
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Yea swing high, yea swing low
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Here on this porch swing in Tupelo
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And this place don't change
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Some places move slow
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I'm just rocking' myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
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I got nothing to do but hang in the breeze
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The ghosts of the old south all around me
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Yea swing high, yea swing low
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On this porch swing in Tupelo
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Here on this porch swing in Tupelo
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Here on this porch swing in Tupelo
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Porch Swing In Tupelo
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Elton John |