Just when I thought that
It couldn't get worse
Like out of nowhere
That fever got me
Oh lord hear me scream
Oh please help me out
I can't go on like this
This pain wears me out
South, I'm going south
South, south of heaven
Pack my suitcase, I'm leaving home now
To meet my maker, bring my the moonshine
South, I'm going south
South, south of heaven
Hearing me holla!
Will see me dancing
You don't bother
Me no more
Oh lord hear me scream
You can't help out
I will keep on singing
Until the sun goes down
South, I'm going south
South, south of heaven
Pack my suitcase, I'm leaving home now
To meet my maker, bring my the moonshine
South, I'm going south
South, south of heaven

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