Song Lyrics

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 on day.
She prayed for rain,
She watched and she waited.
And never complained
When it did not fall.

Southbound breeze is blowin'.
This town ain't my home.
You can slow me down,
But I'm goin'.
If I can turn this road I'm on
Southbound.

Stories I tell
Wreak of nostalgia
And those that know me well
Have heard them all, before.
How far I've come,
Mostly I'm proud of.
But, where I'm comin' from
Is callin' me.

Southbound breeze is blowin'.
This town ain't my home.
You can slow me down,
But I'm goin'.
If I can turn this road I'm on

Southbound

You can slow me down,
But I'm goin'.
If I can turn this road I'm on

If I can turn this road I'm on
Southbound.

Southbound breeze is blowin'.
This town ain't my home.
You can slow me down,
But I'm goin'.
If I can turn this road I'm on
Southbound

Mac Mcanally

The duration of Southbound is 4:32 minutes and seconds.