Well I woke up this morning when the cold Chicago wind
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Blew my newspaper blanket off my back
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Through my dirty broken window the grey sun filtered in
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As I dreamed about the Southbound railroad track
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I could almost hear the crickets in a sleepy cottonfield
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As daddy drove our vagon to Virgin
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But today I'd give a fortune for a twenty five cent meal
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And I wish I was a country boy again
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So let me ride on the Southbound
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Back to where I came from I don't care or where I am
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Let me ride on the Southbound and put me off somewhere near Birmingham
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[ guitar ]
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What happened to my vision of a mansion on a hill
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And the fame and fortune I came here to win
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I've got nothing but the roaches running cross my window sill
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And I wish I was a country boy again
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So let me ride...
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On The Southbound
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| Dickey Lee |
