Southbound

by Dickey Betts (c) 1973 and 1974 No Exit Music Co., Inc. Well I'm Southbound, Lord I'm comin' home to you. Well I'm Southbound, baby, Lord I'm comin' home to you. I got that old lonesome feelin' that's sometimes called the blues. Well I been workin'

Everyday I lay In a bed of needles. Oh the summer, the sun, The sky deep and blue. They say it's time to die. They say you better try. Others make their connections. Some people want to fight. Some people wanna get by. Others stuck with addiction. Ch

Invisible physicians, lawyers, and magicians. An instant of existence at the table in the kitchen. A flood-lit, floating highway, Headlights slicing up a pathway into the driveway. Drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runway. Southbound trai

Blue railroad train I'm goin' down the railroad track It makes me feel so doggone blue To listen to that old smokestack Drivers a-rollin' on Leavin' me here behind And give me back them good old days And let me ramble down the line Blue railroad trai

When I was a boy, I had to know what I would find just over the hill And while still a lad, I had to go, and so you see I'm rambling still life's golden cup, was filled with happiness and measures untold, but i left the one who cared for me. a treasu