Southbound - Doc Watson, Merle Watson

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!)