by Dickey Betts
(c) 1973 & 1974 No Exit Music Co., Inc.
Well I`m Southbound, Lord I`m comin` home to you.
Well I`m Southbound, baby, Lord I`m comin` home to you.
I got that old lonesome feelin` that`s sometimes called the blues.
Well I been workin` every night, travelin` every day.
Yes I been workin` every night, traveling every day.
You can tell your other man, sweet daddy`s on his way.
Aww, ya better believe.
Well I`m Southbound.
Whoa I`m Southbound.
Well you can tell your other man, Sweet daddy`s on his way.
(Guitar solo)
Got your hands full now baby, as soon as I hit that door.
You`ll have your hands full now woman, just as soon as I hit that door.
Well I`m gonna make it on up to you for all the things you should have
had before.
Lord, I`m Southbound.
Yes I`m Southbound.
Whoa I`m Southbound, baby.
Said I`m Southbound.
Well I`m gonna make it on up to you for all the things you should
have had before.
(Piano solo)
(Guitar solo)