I can't say what is wrong or what is right
But I can sit here and sip this drink all night
Play old country records until dawn
I might even fall out on the lawn
With my troubles out of mind and out of sight
Got a jar of my friend's moonshine by my side
That he made when he cooked down some homemade wine
Tastes like fruit on fire, don't you know
Take two pulls and you'll be good to go
Strap your old boots on, it's steppin' time
Tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
That sweet rose of San Antone is the only one I need
Let the train blow the whistle when I go
Oh, sweet chariot won't you please swing low
I've been tunin' in and twangin' out for so long
I already went to Nashville, and I already moved on
Runnin' on hopes, dreams, booze and weed
And every other little thing in between
And I'd do it all again to play one more song
Tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
Whisperin' pines, send my baby back to me
Country roads, won't you take me home
Oh, sweet chariot won't you please swing low
Tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
I'll be drifting right along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds
Yippee ki yay and a whoopie ti yi yo
Oh, sweet chariot won't you please swing low
Oh, sweet chariot won't you please swing low
Oh, sweet chariot won't you please swing low