Old Tennessee

I could smell that muddy water, all across them five state lines

Yeah, I could smell that muddy water, all across them five state lines

Lay your hand on my woman, better pray you don't spend the next day dyin'

Now I can feel my insides burnin', like there's poison in my veins

I can feel my insides burnin', like there's poison rippin' through my veins

But I know that's just the way the grain liquor hits, when you're ridin' a Memphis-bound train

So that man he'd better start runnin', better start runnin' 'fore he sees me comin' round

Yeah, that man he'd better start runnin', 'fore this train hits town

'Cause this ol' .44 Special, lord, she makes quite a pretty sound