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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.
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