Grease in our hair
Hands in our pockets
We stood and stared
At cars goin` past
We placed our bets
Where they were headed
And held our cigarettes
Like movie stars
Grandmother`s hands
Hard from the garden
She had a plan
For me to preach one day
She prayed for rain
She watched and she waited
And never complained
When it did not fall
Southbound
Breezes blowing
This town ain`t my home
You can slow me down
But I`m going
If I can turn this road I`m on
Southbound
Stories I tell
Reek of nostalgia
And those that know me well
Have heard `em all before
How far I`ve come
Mostly I`m proud of
But where I`m comin` from
Is calling me
Southbound
Breezes blowing
This town ain`t my home
You can slow me down
But I`m going
If I can turn this road I`m on
Southbound
You can slow me down
But I`m going
If I can turn this road I`m on
If I can turn this road I`m on
Southbound
Southbound
Breezes blowing
This town ain`t my home
You can slow me down
But I`m going
If I can turn this road I`m on
Southbound