Southland Lyrics

A.M. on Sunday
and I'm walkin' real slow
Keepin' time with the sunshine,
I got no real place to go
And it's cold down here,
But I can't complain
Standin' in the breeze of a
Slow movin' train,
In the Southland

That man from Alabam'
Told me where he'd been,
He said he'd gone all around the world
Till he made it back home again
He said I'll tell you somethin', son,
As sure as here I stand,
Said I don't know much, but I know this
The lord smiles on Dixieland.

Keep on truckin' Kentucky mile
Fall in love with a delta smile
Sweet Georgia peach gonna gimme some
Slam down that hammer, boy, and watch me run,
Through the Southland

Now I don't fall in love
Cause you know I got a ramblin' way
I blame it on the street survivors
Them boys from F L A
So watch your feet pretty mama,
See if they shuffle around
Come get real close to me I'll tell ya what's goin' down
In the Southland

Keep on truckin' Kentucky mile
Fall in love with a bayou smile
Sweet Georgia peach is gonna gimme some,
Slam down that hammer, boy, and watch me run,
Through the Southland
Hey, hey in the Southland

Now just north of my hometown
I got some friends you see
Them boys from Oklahoma
Getting' high on southern revelry
Keep the campfires burnin'
Don't worry if I'm not there
I come creepin' up quick, with a smile on my face
Baby's got pine needles in her hair
That's how we do it in the Southland

Now everybody get up, stand up
Get up get up in the Southland
Everybody get up
Proud people proud people in the Southland
Won't ya come on take a ride
Mama's in the kitchen,
Daddy's in the field, we aint got nothin' to hide
In the Southland...

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