I feel that south wind blowin'
It's telling me a sin
I hear that devil howlin'
Howlin' on me again
But that's all right
That's all right, that's all right
That's all right little mama
That friend o'mine you're mine
I hear that bottle knockin'
Knockin' at my door
He left me up in Mempville
Don't come around no more
But that's okay
That's okay, that's okay
That's okay little mama
That goddamn bottles here to stay
Take me home Johnny!
I hear that city callin'
Callin' me back home
I hear that city callin'
It won't leave me alone
But that's all right
That's all right, that's all right
That's all right little mama
That steamer leaves tomorrow night
That's all right little mama
That steamer leaves tomorrow night
Damn sure!
You piece of shit...
Writer(s): Mike Dean, Reed Mullin, Woody Weatherman, Keenan Swisher, Corrosion Of Conformity