Somewhere South of Memphis

Somewhere south of Memphis, I heard the angels sing
 And west of Birmingham, I dreamed in the driving rain
 If the Sun don't shine, you better make it yourself
 And radiate with all that's left
 Maybe there's still time to board that train
 Somewhere north of Jackson, and east of Baton Rouge
 Tuckered out, I saw the light and my soul was moved
 From churches, I heard the sound
 Up and down streets and around the town
 A tide across rock, gospel, and the blues
 Somewhere between the river and the Tenn-Tom Waterway
 Where 45 runs across 78
 With worn out shoes, I hitch a ride
 From the overlook, saw the sunrise
 And found myself a home out on the Trace
 And I won't ever leave here again
 Come what may
 And I found a tie to sacred kin
 Won't come all frayed
 And I got cozy in my skin
 Think I'm going to stay
 And I won't ever live here again
 Going to dig my grave on the Natchez Trace