Tennessee Rain

I 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 Georgia 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 chiggers 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 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 --- Tennessee Rain - Joe Strummer