Lyrics I'm Going South - Margot Bingham, Vince Giordano, The Nighthawks

I'm Going South

It’s just an old time story
One that I’ve heard before
I left my mammy’s fond caress
To search the world for happiness
The things I’ve left behind me
Were the things I’d sought in vain
Sad and blue, weary, too
I’m going home again
Yes, sir, I’m going South
Taste the sugarcane right in my mouth
All the world is sweet away down South
Where I spend my happy days
I hear the rustlin' corn
Birds are singin' in the early morn'
In the little town where I was born
Down Alabamy' way
I just can picture Black Joe with his old banjo
I can hear him strummin' a tune
That old quartet, I can hear them yet
Singing «By the Silvery Moon»
Ain’t got a thing to pack
Still, I’m headed for that little old shack
Ain’t nobody gonna hold me back
I’m going South!
Yes, sir, I’m going down upon the Suwanne River
Oh, if I feel blue, and if all the world is had only 'nis and only you
Every evening when the shadows fall upon him
That’s the time my lonesome pocket’s loud starts comin'
Lordy save me, down old Alabamy way
I just can picture Black Joe with his old banjo
I can hear him strummin' a tune
That old quartet, I can hear them yet
Singing «By the Silvery Moon»
Ain’t got a thing to pack
Still, I’m headed for that little old shack
Ain’t nobody gonna hold me back
I’m going South!