| Well I’m southbound, lord I’m comin' home to you.
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| Well I’m southbound, baby, lord I’m comin' home to you.
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| I got that old lonesome feelin' that’s sometimes called the blues.
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| Well I been workin' every night, travelin' every day.
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| Yes I been workin' every night, traveling every day.
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| You can tell your other man, sweet daddy’s on his way.
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| Aww, ya better believe.
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| Well I’m southbound.
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| Whoa I’m southbound.
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| Well you can tell your other man, sweet daddy’s on his way.
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| (guitar solo)
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| Got your hands full now baby, as soon as I hit that door.
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| You’ll have your hands full now woman, just as soon as I hit that door.
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| Well I’m gonna make it on up to you for all the things you should have
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| Had before.
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| Lord, I’m southbound.
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| Yes I’m southbound.
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| Whoa I’m southbound, baby.
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| Said I’m southbound.
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| Well I’m gonna make it on up to you for all the things you should
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| Have had before.
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| (piano solo)
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| (guitar solo) |