Hank Williams, Jr. Follow

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