(Mac McAnally)
(Track 5 - Time 4: 32)
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
Grandmother's 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 ain't my home
You can slow me down
But I'm going
If I can turn this road I'm on
Southbound
Stories I tell
Reek of nostalgia
And those that know me well
Have heard 'em all before
How far I've come
Mostly I'm proud of
But where I'm comin' from
Is calling me
Southbound
Breezes blowing
This town ain't my home
You can slow me down
But I'm going
If I can turn this road I'm on
Southbound
You can slow me down
But I'm going
If I can turn this road I'm on
If I can turn this road I'm on
Southbound
Southbound
Breezes blowing
This town ain't my home
You can slow me down
But I'm going
If I can turn this road I'm on
Southbound

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