Well, that mean old, mean old southern
Blood that runs through Tennessee
Well, that mean old southern
Blood that runs through Tennessee
Well, it carried my paperweight
And it blowed back at homie
Was that mean ol', mean ol' fireman
And that cruel ol' engineer
Well, that mean ol' fireman
And that cruel ol' engineer
Lord, that was a low
-down conductor
Lord, that waved that train from here
Well, that mean old, mean old southern
Lord, that rose through Tennessee
Well, that mean old southern Lord,
that rose through Tennessee
Well, it carried the woman I love away
And it blowed back that poor me
I was standing, I was listening,
at that southern whistle blow
I was standing, listening,
at that southern whistle blow
Well it blowed just like,
funny it never blowed before
All right
Well, the train she was rid ing on,
boy, it was sixteen coaches long
Yes, the train she was riding,
sixteen coaches long
Lord, I know she was leaving,
it just kept on blowing on
Well, my mama, she told me,
and my papa told me too
Well, my mama, she told me,
and my papa told me too
Everybody grins in your face, son,
well, there ain't no friend of yours
It was that mean old, mean old
Southern blood that rose
through Tennessee
Well, that mean old southern Lord
that rose through Tennessee
Well, it carried the woman I love away
And it blowed back out for me