Southern Man

Southern Man

             (Eric Lee Beddingfield)

 This old dirty city is a far cry from home

 Even on this crowded subway I still feel alone

 There’s always a big brown crowd hanging in the sky

 Lord, it makes the soul of a southern man wanna lay down and die

 It’s easy to lose yourself on these fast moving streets

 It ain’t hard for trouble to find you in a town that never sleeps

 I guess it took being gone to finally make me understand

 I’m tired of running from myself... tired of running where I come from

 Sick of people trying to tell me who I am

Chorus: I’m going back down to dixie land

 I’m headed home

 I’m going back down to dixie land

 I’m headed home...     I’m a southern man

 I’ve seen one too many busy neon signs

 I’d rather see the stars on the water where the catfish used to bite

 So I’ll try and catch the next plane as fast as I can

 And pray to God they got one more seat for this here southern man