Tennessee Rain

OK this is the "Tennessee Rain", the road version

Well, I wish I was drunk in Havana
I wish I was at the Mardi Gras
I wish I had me two pretty ladies
On a buckboard down on the south ??? farm

Run, run, run were the coyotes roam
Never to return to the transit road
That's were they bury the American dead
That's were they bury the American dead

Well, I wish I had one drop of liquor
That runs like a river in the cotton wood hills
Making me forget the maggots and the jiggers
I'd like to spend an evening with a moonshine still

Run, run, run were the wild wind blows
Never to return to the transit road
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain

I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain

Well, I wish I was a helmsman
On a clipper bound for the Spanish main
Breathing fancy breezes
Gold Jamaican sugar cane

Run, run were the wild wind blows
Never to return to the transit road
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain

Shake it out

Run, run were the wild wind blows
Never to return to the transit road
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain