Porch Swing In Tupelo lyrics

There's a porch swing in Tupelo,

in the shade of the south,

where the sweet honey drips off that old hush-yo'-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 to 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

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 'cept hang in the breeze,

ghosts of the old south are all around me.

Yea swing high, yea swing low,

here on this porch swing in Tupelo.

His mama must have loved him,

that truck drivin' boy

with the grease monkey look,

and the rock 'n roll voice.

Well I was just thinkin' about him,

'cause I guess he sat here,

singing all praise to God

through poverty's tears.

[Refrain 3 x:]

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 'cept hang in the breeze,

ghosts of the old south are all around me.

Yea swing high, yea swing low,

here on this porch swing in Tupelo.

Here on this porch swing in Tupelo,

here on this porch swing in Tupelo.

• Artist:Elton John
• Album:Peachtree Road (2004)