Headed South

Out on the road two hundred days a year Blowin' smoke and grindin' gears My bones are achin' from this northern cold Baby's cryin' on the telephone Momma says I've been gone too long This whiskey I've been drinkin' along is sure gettin' old This old highway don't seem to end Countin' the days 'til I'm home again Bus wheels turnin' from town to town I wish I could set this circus down I've had enough, I'm punchin' out Cause this whole thing is headed south, headed south One more night at the Eight Days Inn I need to hold my baby again These four damn walls are closin' in on me Unpackin' my bags just to pack 'em again Don't want you to see the shape I'm in I could sure use some shade from a live oak tree This old highway don't seem to end Countin' the days until I'm home again Bus wheels turnin' from town to town I wish I could set this circus down I've had enough, I'm punchin' out Cause this old boy is headed south The Sewanee River, The Mason Dixon Her pretty face are the things I'm missin' I'm headed south, headed south This old highway's comin' to an end Today's the day I'm comin' home again Bus wheels comin' right to my town I just set this circus down I've had enough, I'm punchin' out I'm comin' home, I'm headed south Headed south, I'm headed south I'm headed, I'm headed south Talk to me, boys I'm blowin' smoke, grindin' gears Man, my bones are achin', I'm headed south Ooh, I'm headed south, I'm headed south Oh, I'm headed south --- Headed South - Van Zant