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| song    = Tennessee Rain
 
| song    = Tennessee Rain
| artist  = [[Joe Strummer]]
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| artist  = Joe Strummer
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| album    = Walker
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| year    = 1987
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| credits  = Joe Strummer
 
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<lyrics>OK this is the '''tennessee rain''' the road version
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<lyrics>OK this is the "Tennessee Rain", the road version
Well I wish I was drunk in havana.
 
I wish I was at the mardi gras.
 
I wish I had me two pretty ladies on a buckboard down on the south ??? farm.
 
Run,run,run were the coyotes roam.
 
Never to return to the transit road.
 
That's were they bury the american dead.
 
That's were they bury the american dead.
 
Well I wish I had one drop of liquor that runs like a river in the cotton wood hills.
 
Making me foget the maggots, and the jiggers.
 
I'd like to spend an evening with a moonshine still.
 
Run,run,run, were the wild wind blows.
 
Never to return  to the transit road.
 
I could drink a hatful of the tennessee rain.
 
I could drink a hatful of the tennessee rain.
 
Well I wish I was a helmsman on a clipper bound for the spanish main.
 
Breathing fancy breezes.
 
Gold jamaican sugar cane.
 
Run,run, were the wild wind blows.
 
Never to return to the transit road.
 
I could drink a hatful of the tennessee rain.
 
I could drink a hatful of the tennessee rain.
 
.
 
shake it out
 
  
Run,run, were the wild wind blows.
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Well, I wish I was drunk in Havana
Never to return to the transit road.
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I wish I was at the Mardi Gras
I could drink a hatful of the tennessee rain.
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I wish I had me two pretty ladies
I could drink a hatful of the tennessee rain.</lyrics>
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On a buckboard down on the south ??? farm
 +
 
 +
Run, run, run were the coyotes roam
 +
Never to return to the transit road
 +
That's were they bury the American dead
 +
That's were they bury the American dead
 +
 
 +
Well, I wish I had one drop of liquor
 +
That runs like a river in the cotton wood hills
 +
Making me forget the maggots and the jiggers
 +
I'd like to spend an evening with a moonshine still
 +
 
 +
Run, run, run were the wild wind blows
 +
Never to return  to the transit road
 +
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
 +
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
 +
 
 +
Well, I wish I was a helmsman
 +
On a clipper bound for the Spanish main
 +
Breathing fancy breezes
 +
Gold Jamaican sugar cane
 +
 
 +
Run, run were the wild wind blows
 +
Never to return to the transit road
 +
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
 +
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
 +
 
 +
Shake it out
 +
 
 +
Run, run were the wild wind blows
 +
Never to return to the transit road
 +
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
 +
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain</lyrics>
  
 
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Revision as of 09:52, 3 September 2007

“Tennessee Rain”
Artist: Joe Strummer
Albums: Walker (1987)
Composers: Joe Strummer

OK this is the "Tennessee Rain", the road version

Well, I wish I was drunk in Havana
I wish I was at the Mardi Gras
I wish I had me two pretty ladies
On a buckboard down on the south ??? farm

Run, run, run were the coyotes roam
Never to return to the transit road
That's were they bury the American dead
That's were they bury the American dead

Well, I wish I had one drop of liquor
That runs like a river in the cotton wood hills
Making me forget the maggots and the jiggers
I'd like to spend an evening with a moonshine still

Run, run, run were the wild wind blows
Never to return to the transit road
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain

Well, I wish I was a helmsman
On a clipper bound for the Spanish main
Breathing fancy breezes
Gold Jamaican sugar cane

Run, run were the wild wind blows
Never to return to the transit road
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain

Shake it out

Run, run were the wild wind blows
Never to return to the transit road
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain