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 homey
Was that mean old, mean old fireman
And that cruel old engineer
Well, that mean old fireman
And that cruel old engineer
Lord, that was a low -down conductor
Lord, that waved that train from here
Well, that mean old, mean old servant
Lord, that rose through
Tennessee
Well, let me know,
Southern
Thought that rode through
Tennessee
Well, it carried me woman I love away
And it blowed back out for 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 the sun it
never blowed before
All right
Well, the train she was riding on, boy,
it was sixteen coaches long
Yes, the train she was riding,
sixteen coaches long
Lord, I know she was leavin',
it just kept on blowin' on
Well, my mama, she told me,
and my papa told me too
Well, my mama, she told me,
papa told me too
Everybody grins in your face, son,
well, there ain't no friend of you
It was 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 blew her back out for me
Peace.