Southern Boy

Now she came from Chicago on the CTA

All the way to Jacksonville, FLA

With a patent leather purse and black silk stockings

Thousand dollar bills hanging from her pockets

Oh baby, what's on your mind?

Oh baby, your love is blind

Get on that train

Get on that train

Get on that train

Heading out of town

I was minding my own business

When you came sneaking around

You're the kind of woman

Kick a man when he's down

I know your kind

I know your breed

You're the kind of woman that I just don't need

Oh baby, what's on your mind?

Oh baby, your love is blind

Get on that train

Get on that train

Get on that train

Heading out of town

Oh yea, I'm just a southern boy

Oh yea, I ain't got time for you

Oh yea, I'm just a southern boy

Oh yea, and you're evil through and through

Get on that train

Get on that train

Get on that train

Heading out of town

Oh yea, I'm just a southern boy

Oh yea, I ain't got time for you

Oh yea, I'm just a southern boy

Oh yea, and you're evil through and through

Oh yea

Oh yea

Oh yea

Oh yea