There's a porch swing in Tupelo   In the shade of the south   Where the sweet honey drips off that old hush-yo'-mouth   It's a slow road on down   That old Natchez Trace   Through Alabama cotton fields to a state of grace   It's a crisp golden Autumn   On the Tennessee line   Rolling down to Mississippi like you headed back in time   Town's closed on Sunday   Everybody's in church   It's empty as the moon this place here on earth      And this place don't change   Some places move slow   I'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in Tupelo   I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze   Ghosts of the old south are all around me   Yea swing high, yea swing low   Here on this porch swing in Tupelo      His mama must have loved him   That truck drivin' boy   With the grease monkey look and the rock 'n roll voice   Well I was just thinkin' 'bout him   'Cause I guess he sat here   Singing all praise to God through poverty's tears      And this place don't change   Some places move slow   I'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in Tupelo   I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze   Ghosts of the old south are all around me   Yea swing high, yea swing low   Here on this porch swing in Tupelo      And this place don't change   Some places move slow   I'm just rocking' myself on this porch swing in Tupelo   I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze   Ghosts of the old south are all around me   Yea swing high, yea swing low   Here on this porch swing in Tupelo      And this place don't change   Some places move slow   I'm just rocking' myself on this porch swing in Tupelo   I got nothing to do but hang in the breeze   The ghosts of the old south all around me   Yea swing high, yea swing low   On this porch swing in Tupelo      Here on this porch swing in Tupelo      Here on this porch swing in Tupelo