I've been here a month or more, stuck in this old city
The people that have to call it home they're the ones I pity
Lord, I'm homesick, and the blues are the only songs I ever seem to pick
I get out and walk the street 'til I get blisters on my feet
I'm southbound
(What do you think about it, son?)
I'm all right 'til late at night I'm sitting by my window
Counting sheep but I couldn't sleep for listening to that train blow
I begin to pine when I hear that big old engine rolling down the line
I'm going back to spend some time where I can have fun if I ain't got a dime
I'm southbound
Southbound! She's burnin' the ground and I don't mean maybe!
Sure I'm glad I caught this train cos I'd like to see my baby -
I've been lonesome, I long to see them hills that I come from
Listen to the engine rattle and roar, she's taking me back home once more! I'm southbound
(Ride it on out of here, now!)
