Now the last thing I remember,
I was ridin' a V8 car,
Leaned out the window,
To grab me a breath of air,
I heard a screech o' tyre,
And there shined a bright light,
Next thing, I was 'way in Heaven,
Dressed all in white,
I don't know why,
But here I am,
They told me,
I'm a do-right man
And said, "Go forth and live, like a Latter-Day."
But I don't belong here,
An' Lord know, I can't stay
I'm goin back South,
I'm goin back South,
I'm goin back South,
Goin back to my home,
Lord I got lots unfinished business,
Back home waitin' for me,
Got a wife, an four little children,
Mourn for my company,
So what's it all about,
You shuttin' me 'way like that?
Can't you see I got place I got to be,
An' please, send me back
I ain' never 'on be,
Fit for no starry crown,
All of my yesterday's plans,
Is laid on that ol' borrowed ground,
But if you's seein' fit anyway,
Make up my dyin' bed,
Give me six cold feet of earth an' clay,
To rest this lonesome head
I'm goin back South,
I'm goin back South,
I'm goin back South,
Goin back to my home,
