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?)



[ guitar]



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.



[ guitar]



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!)