Somewhere in the cradle of the deep south Magnolias sway in the breeze To the lonesome sound of a Redbone 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 fallin' 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 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 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 Another sad-eyed boy with his guitar Cuttin' his teeth on the blues Here I am wishin' on a fallin' star At 127 Rose Avenue It ain't in Nashville It's not in Montgomery 127 Rose Avenue