I've been here a month or more, stuck in this old city.
The people that have to call it home they're the ones I pity,
Lord, I'm homesick, and the blues are the only songs I ever seem to pick.
I get out and walk the street 'til I get blisters on my feet,
I'm southbound.
(What do you think about it, son?)
[ guitar]
I'm all right 'til late at night I'm sitting by my window,
Counting sheep but I couldn't sleep for listening to that train blow
I begin to pine when I hear that big old engine rolling down the line
I'm going back to spend some time where I can have fun if I ain't got a dime,
I'm southbound.
[ guitar]
The people that have to call it home they're the ones I pity,
Lord, I'm homesick, and the blues are the only songs I ever seem to pick.
I get out and walk the street 'til I get blisters on my feet,
I'm southbound.
(What do you think about it, son?)
[ guitar]
I'm all right 'til late at night I'm sitting by my window,
Counting sheep but I couldn't sleep for listening to that train blow
I begin to pine when I hear that big old engine rolling down the line
I'm going back to spend some time where I can have fun if I ain't got a dime,
I'm southbound.
[ guitar]