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 lost highways, and purple skies
At 127 Rose Avenue
Caretaker said as he shook his head
"Son to you believe in Ghosts?"
For a five dollar bill you can feel the chill
That he felt long ago
So a 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 to you believe in Ghosts?"
For a five dollar bill you can feel the chill
That 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
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