Headed South

Out on the road 200 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
 The whiskey I've been drinkin' alone is sure gettin' old
 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 whole thing
 Is headed south
 Headed south
 One more night at the 8 Days Inn
 I need to hold my baby again
 These four damn walls
 Are closing in on me
 Unpacking 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 on the things I'm missing
 Oh I'm headed south
 Headed south
 This old highway's coming to an end
 Today's the day I'm coming home again
 Bus wheels coming 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
 I'm headed south
 Headed South
 I'm headed South
 I'm blowing smoke, grinding gears
 I'm headed south
 I'm headed south
 OH! Headed south