127 rose avenue

Lyrics

somewhere in the cradle of the deep south, magnolias sway in the breeze, to the lonesome sound of a red boned hound;, howlin' at the moon and the trees. there's a sad eyed boy, with his guitar;, cuttin' his teeth on the blues. wishin' on a falling star, at 127 rose avenue, the distant moan of a midnight train, comes blowin' through the night. he dips his pen in tears and pain;, and he begins to write. bout a whippoorwill too blue to fly, and the indian he once knew. bout lost highways, and purple skies;, at 127 rose avenue. caretaker said as he shook his head, "son to you believe in ghosts?, for a five dollar bill you can feel the chill, that he felt long ago.", so a i bought me a ticket at the front door;, guess who was there inside. i felt his presence through the whole tour, god i swear, he was alive. i saw the train, i felt the pain, i heard him moanin' the blues. twenty-nine years of memories;, at 127 rose avenue. another side eyed boy with his guitar, cuttin' his teeth on the blues. here i am wishin' on a falling star, at 127 rose avenue, it ain't in nashville. it's not in montgomery.