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| Van Zant My Kind of Country 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 The whiskey I've been drinkin' alone is sure gettin' old 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 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 closing in on me Unpacking 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 on the things I'm missing Oh I'm headed south Headed south This old highway's coming to an end Today's the day I'm coming home again Bus wheels coming 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 I'm headed south Headed South I'm headed South I'm blowing smoke, grinding gears I'm headed south I'm headed south OH! Headed south |
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