Michael Martin Murphey - Natchez Trace lyrics

All along the Natchez Trace Now it runs right up to Tennessee They got grape vine growing silver green there Come along and be my shadow Rosalee Lay down in that river bed Come morning take off like a swan In the dawn Deep in the forest Blaze of the moon in the devil's eye You'll never die All along that Natchez Trace now Runs right up to Tennessee They got cottonwood growing by the water You can wash your head out in that stream Your hair like Spanish moss From underneath your hat falls free, Rosalee Those city blues seem like back page news To you and me When we get free All along that Natchez Trace now Runs right up to Tennessee You can feel that good rain on your face Runnin' all up and down the Natchez Trace There's a cloud down in your soul now people It'll roll away won't you watch it roll Roll roll roll Deep in the forest you can hear old hickory's spirit call Can't sleep at all