Somewhere in the cradle of the deep south   Magnolias sway in the breeze   To the lonesome sound of a redbone hound   Howlin' at the moon and the trees      There's a sad eyed boy with his guitar   Cuttin' his teeth on the blues   Wishin' on a fallin' star at 127, Rose Avenue      The distant moan of a midnight train   Comes blowin' through the night   He dips his pen in tears and pain and he begins to write      'Bout a whippoorwill too blue to fly   And the Indian he once knew   'Bout the lost highways and purple skies at 127, Rose Avenue      Caretaker said as he shook his head   Son, do you believe in ghosts?   For a five dollar bill you can feel the chill   That he felt long ago      So I bought me a ticket at the front door   Guess who was there inside   I felt his presence through the whole tour   God, I swear he was alive      I saw the train, I felt the pain   I heard him moanin' the blues   Twenty nine years of memories at 127, Rose Avenue      Caretaker said as he shook his head   Son, do you believe in ghosts?   For a five dollar bill you can feel the chill   He felt long ago      Another sad eyed boy with his guitar   Cuttin' his teeth on the blues   Here I am wishin' on a fallin' star at 127, Rose Avenue      It ain't in Nashville   It's not in Montgomery   127, Rose Avenue