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Somewhere in the cradle of the deep south Magnolias sway in the breeze To the lonesome sound of a Red Boned Hound; Howlin' at the moon and the trees. There's a sad eyed boy, with his guitar; Cuttin' his teeth on the blues. Wishin' on a falling star, at 127 Rose Avenue The distant moan of a midnight train, comes blowin' through the night. He dips his pen in tears and pain; And he begins to write. Bout a whippoorwill too blue to fly, and the Indian he once knew. Bout lost highways, and purple skies; at 127 Rose Avenue. ~CHORUS~ Caretaker said as he shook his head, "Son to you believe in Ghosts? For a five dollar bill you can feel the chill that he felt long ago." So a I bought me a ticket at the front door; guess who was there inside. I felt his presence through the whole tour, God I swear, he was alive. I saw the train, I felt the pain, I heard him moanin' the blues. Twenty-nine years of memories; At 127 Rose Avenue. ~CHORUS~ Another side eyed boy with his guitar, Cuttin' his teeth on the blues. Here I am wishin' on a falling star, At 127 Rose Avenue Outtake: It ain't in Nashville.... It's not in Montgomery.... 127 Rose Avenue.....