The town I come from's mostly sky Even though the county's dry That didn't stop the stream nearby From giving us a daughter She was born in a barrel of American oak Made of sugar, maple, and charcoal smoke She just goes to show your folks What God can do with water When I go below the gloomy ground You better buy the room a round Let her weep and lift a glass Of bitter-sweet sour mash Once when I was going through Those same old famous, same old blues Tired of either crying to you Or cussin up a quarrelin' Yes, I slipped and sipped astray Only took one taste to see the way Back to Tennessee to stay Tennessee my darlin' And when I go below the gloomy ground You better buy the room a round Let her weep and lift a glass Of bitter-sweet sour mash I don't want no Beaujolais Sake, Cider, Chardonnay Keep Tequila far away You know what I'm cravin' Ain't Champagne all fine and chilled It's not all rot-gut 'shine, and swill You ask me, life's a cask Of bitter-sweet sour mash And when I go below the gloomy ground You better buy the room a round Let her weep and lift a glass Of bitter-sweet sour mash
ever since i first heard this version, there’s been a time or two where i wanted to start a fight and thought “now that’s not what tyler would want, is it? that man said y’all be GOOD to each other”
The original from Cory Branan sounds Honky Tonk but this version Tyler does is more of a beautiful tributed hymn... Awesome! I've watched this many times, great video.
The town I come from's mostly sky Even though the county's dry That didn't stop the stream nearby From giving us a daughter She was born in a barrel of American oak Made of sugar, maple, and charcoal smoke She just goes to show your folks What God can do with water When I go below the gloomy ground You better buy the room a round Let her weep and lift a glass Of bitter-sweet sour mash Once when I was going through Those same old famous, same old blues Tired of either crying to you Or cussin up a quarrelin' Yes, I slipped and sipped astray Only took one taste to see the way Back to Tennessee to stay Tennessee my darlin' And when I go below the gloomy ground You better buy the room a round Let her weep and lift a glass Of bitter-sweet sour mash I don't want no Beaujolais Sake, Cider, Chardonnay Keep Tequila far away You know what I'm cravin' Ain't Champagne all fine and chilled It's not all rot-gut 'shine, and swill You ask me, life's a cask Of bitter-sweet sour mash And when I go below the gloomy ground You better buy the room a round Let her weep and lift a glass Of bitter-sweet sour mash
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He opened with this at Bonnaroo 2 weeks ago, and it was so haunting, trippy, beautiful, etc… god to relive that moment for the first time again 😭
Nah I'm glad someone else felt those emotions. It was eerie but beautiful. Favorite song he did. He killed it
Oh I was just a puddle of mess 😮
Closed with this in St. Louis. Wasn't a dry eye in sight.
Saw him Berkeley and it gave me chills.. but its weird that his voice breaks in the same exact spot every time... hmm.
The town I come from's mostly sky
Even though the county's dry
That didn't stop the stream nearby
From giving us a daughter
She was born in a barrel of American oak
Made of sugar, maple, and charcoal smoke
She just goes to show your folks
What God can do with water
When I go below the gloomy ground
You better buy the room a round
Let her weep and lift a glass
Of bitter-sweet sour mash
Once when I was going through
Those same old famous, same old blues
Tired of either crying to you
Or cussin up a quarrelin'
Yes, I slipped and sipped astray
Only took one taste to see the way
Back to Tennessee to stay
Tennessee my darlin'
And when I go below the gloomy ground
You better buy the room a round
Let her weep and lift a glass
Of bitter-sweet sour mash
I don't want no Beaujolais
Sake, Cider, Chardonnay
Keep Tequila far away
You know what I'm cravin'
Ain't Champagne all fine and chilled
It's not all rot-gut 'shine, and swill
You ask me, life's a cask
Of bitter-sweet sour mash
And when I go below the gloomy ground
You better buy the room a round
Let her weep and lift a glass
Of bitter-sweet sour mash
This is the greatest concert moment I have ever been apart of and will ever be apart of. I will tell my kids of this one day. Incredible.
Its truly amazing
From Kentucky w a ton of alcoholics in my family, Tyler singing this song just breaks and heals my soul at the same time. Thank you ❤
ever since i first heard this version, there’s been a time or two where i wanted to start a fight and thought “now that’s not what tyler would want, is it? that man said y’all be GOOD to each other”
The original from Cory Branan sounds Honky Tonk but this version Tyler does is more of a beautiful tributed hymn... Awesome! I've watched this many times, great video.
Incredible.
damn I love Tyler man
Breaks my heart every time I hear it because I almost seen the gloomy ground and when I die I want this to be played at my funeral 💯🤘🏻
the realest of the Real!
Bravo
Love this tribute man great shit
That’s a cool stage design!
Wow
Man lol
My name
religions are built around this
Too bad he's a groomer, he really did make some good music/covers
Wym he a groomer?
@@NEhunterboythey mean he just doesn't hate gay people
Tf are you talking this slander about?
The town I come from's mostly sky
Even though the county's dry
That didn't stop the stream nearby
From giving us a daughter
She was born in a barrel of American oak
Made of sugar, maple, and charcoal smoke
She just goes to show your folks
What God can do with water
When I go below the gloomy ground
You better buy the room a round
Let her weep and lift a glass
Of bitter-sweet sour mash
Once when I was going through
Those same old famous, same old blues
Tired of either crying to you
Or cussin up a quarrelin'
Yes, I slipped and sipped astray
Only took one taste to see the way
Back to Tennessee to stay
Tennessee my darlin'
And when I go below the gloomy ground
You better buy the room a round
Let her weep and lift a glass
Of bitter-sweet sour mash
I don't want no Beaujolais
Sake, Cider, Chardonnay
Keep Tequila far away
You know what I'm cravin'
Ain't Champagne all fine and chilled
It's not all rot-gut 'shine, and swill
You ask me, life's a cask
Of bitter-sweet sour mash
And when I go below the gloomy ground
You better buy the room a round
Let her weep and lift a glass
Of bitter-sweet sour mash