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