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Michael Martin Murphey

Natchez Trace

 

Natchez Trace

(album: Geronimo's Cadillac - 1972)


All along the Natchez Trace
Now it runs right up to Tennessee
They got grape vine growing silver green there
Come along and be my shadow Rosalee
Lay down in that river bed
Come morning take off like a swan
In the dawn
Deep in the forest
Blaze of the moon in the devil's eye
You'll never die

All along that Natchez Trace now
Runs right up to Tennessee
They got cottonwood growing by the water
You can wash your head out in that stream
Your hair like Spanish moss
From underneath your hat falls free, Rosalee
Those city blues seem like back page news
To you and me
When we get free

All along that Natchez Trace now
Runs right up to Tennessee
You can feel that good rain on your face
Running all up and down the Natchez Trace
There's a cloud down in your soul now people
It'll roll away won't you watch it roll
Roll roll roll
Deep in the forest you can hear old hickory's spirit call

Can't sleep at all

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