Headed South

Out on the road 200 days a year

Blowin' smoke and grindin' gears

My bones are achin' from this northern cold

Baby's cryin' on the telephone

Momma says I've been gone too long

This whiskey I've been drinkin' along is sure gettin' old

This old highway don't seem to end

Countin' the days 'til I'm home again

Bus wheels turnin' from town to town

I wish I could set this circus down

I've had enough, I'm punchin' out

'Cause this whole thing is headed south, headed south

One more night at the 8 Days Inn

I need to hold my baby again

These four damn walls are closin' in on me

Unpackin' my bags just to pack 'em again

Don't want you to see the shape I'm in

I could sure use some shade from a live oak tree

This old highway don't seem to end

Countin' the days until I'm home again

Bus wheels turnin' from town to town

I wish I could set this circus down

I've had enough, I'm punchin' out

'Cause this old boy is headed south

The Sewanee River, The Mason Dixon

Her pretty face are the things I'm missin'

I'm headed south, headed south

This old highway's comin' to an end

Today's the day I'm comin' home again

Bus wheels comin' right to my town

I just set this circus down

I've had enough, I'm punchin' out

I'm comin' home, I'm headed south

Headed south, I'm headed south

I'm headed, I'm headed south

Talk to me, boys

I'm blowin' smoke, grindin' gears

Man, my bones are achin', I'm headed south

Ooh, I'm headed south, I'm headed south

Oh, I'm headed south