Lyrics

Well I'm southbound, Lord I'm comin' home to you Lord 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 Oh I been workin' every night, traveling every day You can tell your other man, sweet daddy's on his way (Oh! You better believe) Well I'm southbound Whoa I'm southbound, baby Oh, you better tell your other man, sweet daddy's on his way Got your hands full now baby, as soon as I hit that door Got your hands full now woman, Lord 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 Whoa southbound, baby Oh! Oh Lord, I'm southbound, yeah baby I'm gonna make it on up to you For all the things you should have had before
Writer(s): Forrest Richard Betts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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