Tennessee Dust

Riverman shining shoes Singing Appalachian blues Drinking black coffee Was a fire in his soul And it rang like rock and roll Roared like a freight train We listened all night long To the sound of the rivermans' song In a moonshine haze Till Johnnys' blood ran dry Beneath the Cherokee sky Nothing lasts forever And everything fades into Tennessee dust Buckle on the bible belt Swear to God I never felt This was his country And we all hit the booze At the old Bartholomew's Down on main street Tommy was a gun for hire Oh and a real live wire When he'd go dancing But no one made a sound The day his body hit the ground In Chilhowee And everything fades into Tennessee dust Everything fades into Tennessee dust