127 Rose Avenue

[Abm]Somewhere in the middle of the Deep South

[Eb7]Magnolias sway in the breeze

[Abm]To the lonesome sound of a redbone hound
[Eb7]Howlin' at the moon in the trees

[Abm]There's a sad boy with hi[Dbm]s guitar

Cuttin' his teeth on the [Abm]blues

[Abm]Wishin' on a fallin' star

[Eb7]at 127 Rose Avenu[Abm]e

[Abm]Distant moan of a midnight train comes

[Eb7]Blowin' through the night

[Abm]He dips his pen in tears and pain

[Eb7]And he begins to write

[Abm]'bout a whippoorwill too blue to fly

[Dbm]and the Indian he once kn[Abm]ew
[Abm]'bout lost highways and purple skies

[Eb7]at 127 Rose Avenu[Abm]e

[Dbm]Caretaker said as he shoo[Eb7]k his head

[Dbm]Son, do you believe in gh[Eb7]osts

[Dbm]For a five dollar bill you can feel the chill

[Eb7]He felt long ago

[Abm]So I bought me a ticket at the front door

[Eb7]Guess who was there inside

[Abm]I felt his presence through the whole tour

[Eb7]God I swear, he was alive

[Abm]I saw the train, I felt the pain

[Eb7]I heard him moanin' the blues

[Abm]29 years of memories

[Dbm]at 127 Rose Avenue[Eb7]

[Abm]Another sad-eyed boy with his guitar

[Eb7]Cuttin' his teeth on the blues

[Abm]Here I am wishin' on a fallin' star

[Eb7]At 127 Rose A[Abm]venue

It ain't in Nashville

It's not in Montgomery

127 Rose Avenue