Well,
I woke up this morning when the cold Chicago wind
blew my newspaper blanket off my back.
Through my dirty,
broken window,
the gray sun filled it in
As I dreamed about a southbound railroad track
I could almost hear the crickets in a sleepy cotton field
As Daddy drove our wagon to the gin
But today I'd give a fortune for a twenty-five cent meal
And I wish I was a country boy again
Let me ride on the southbound Back to where I came from,
I don't care for where I am
Let me ride on the southbound Put me off somewhere near Birmingham
What happened to my visions of a mansion on a hill?
And the fame and fortune I came here to win
Now I've got nothing but the roaches running
across my windowsill And I wish I was a country boy again
Let me ride on the southbound Back to where I came from,
I don't care for where I am
Let me ride
on the southbound Put me off somewhere near Birmingham
Let me ride
on the southbound Back to where I came from,
I don't care for where I am
Let me ride
on the southbound
Put me off somewhere near Birmingham
Let me ride on the southbound Back to where I came from,
I don't care for where I am