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
 Ooo ooh ooo
 Ooo ooh ooo
 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