Lyrics

That's Why I Head South

I sit in traffic every morning for an hour
For a job that makes my head hurt and turns my stomach sour
I only make it to the weekend cause I know
I'm goin' back to the land I call home The land of

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Dogwood blossoms, long-tailed possums
And winding country roads
Barbecues and honeydews
Bluebirds and croaking toads
Meat & threes and tall sweet teas
Cypress knees and magnolia trees
Screen-door slams and thank you ma-ams
Bluegrass jams and country hams
Buttered biscuits in my mouth
That's why I head south.

I'm tired of car alarms as I drift off to sleep
Shallow conversations and snow that's way too deep
Is that the north wind or my heart that's turning cold?
I'm thinking, "Man, is this where I'll grow old?" Give me

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Bridge:
There's just one way to set my spirit free
Take off Friday, hit the highway, won't stop til I see All those

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Rob Simbeck and Frank Michels
©2003 Sweetest Peach Music/Frank Michels Music