Flying South

Winter's gone and summertime's a coming and where I am ain't where I wanna be

I can hear my southern home a calling and it's calling out the old wild goose and me

Flying flying south to Dixie Lord I been so lonesome and alone

Stayin' ain't no use because my heart's an old wild goose

And tomorrow I'll be flying south and home

I've got kids and kin down in Kentucky I've got lots of aunts in Alabam

Mom's a waitin' down in Mississippi and my sist's in Carolina's honey land

Grandma and grandpa's down in Georgia and my Tootsie's back in Tennessee

There's a little part of southland in my heart

And honey in the south is where I wanna be

Way back home in Nashville Tennessee

With the Nashville Brass is where I wanna be