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I've been here a month or more, stuck in this old city.
The people that have to call it home they're the ones I pity,
Lord, I'm homesick.
And the blues are the only songs I ever seem to pick.
I get out and walk the street 'til I get blisters on my feet.
I'm southbound.
I'm all right 'til late at night I'm sitting by my window,
Counting sheep but I couldn't sleep for listening to that train blow
I begin to pine
when I hear that big old engine rolling down the line
I'm going back to spend some time where I can have fun if I ain't got a dime,
I'm southbound.
Southbound! She's burnin' the ground and I don't mean maybe
Sure I'm glad I caught this train cos I'd like to see my baby
I've been lonesome
I long to see them hills that I come from
Listen to the engine rattle and roar
she's taking me back home once more!
I'm southbound
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- Old Timey Concert
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- Third Generation Blues
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- Celebrate Blues & Bluegrass - Memphis Slim & Doc Watson...
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- The Rambling Hobo & Other Favorites
- Doc Watson At Gerdes Folk City
- Doc Watson on Stage
- Celebrate Blues & Bluegrass: Memphis Slim & Doc Watson
- Blues Unplugged
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