Grease in our hair
Hands in our pockets
We stood and stared
At cars goin past
We placed our bets
Where they were headed
And held our cigarettes
Like movie stars
Grandmothers hands
Hard from the garden
She had a plan
For me to preach one day
She prayed for rain
She watched and she waited
And never complained
When it did not fall
Southbound
Breezes blowing
This town aint my home
You can slow me down
But Im going
If I can turn this road Im on
Southbound
Stories I tell
Reek of nostalgia
And those that know me well
Have heard em all before
How far Ive come
Mostly Im proud of
But where Im comin from
Is calling me
Southbound
Breezes blowing
This town aint my home
You can slow me down
But Im going
If I can turn this road Im on
Southbound…
You can slow me down
But Im going
If I can turn this road Im on
If I can turn this road Im on
Southbound
Southbound..
Breezes blowing
This town aint my home
You can slow me down
But Im going
If I can turn this road Im on
Southbound