Tennessee Road Weather

Rolled into Memphis just to watch the river rise

(mmmmm) With nothing but a map

and thirty winters in my eyes

Thought of Austin first,

and the way she used to laugh

Now she's just a faded line on a folded photograph

Got some news from Boston

of a girl who knows my name

Saying come on up the highway,

winter is a different game

But tonight the air is heavy

with the scent of southern pine

And I'm caught somewhere between her hand and the ones I left

behind

Oh, Tennessee, you're a sweet,

sweet place to rest

But the wind keeps pulling north-northeast And my heart is further west

Yeah, the highway's just a memory that I haven't written down

And I'm just another stranger

passing through your town

So I'll pack the rusted wagon

when the morning light breaks through

Send a postcard back to Texas,

maybe write a line or two

To the girl who's waiting patient where the northern rivers freeze

Asking if she's got some room for a drifter in the breeze

Passing through your town...

(mmmmm,

yeah)

Just passing through...