Southbound

(Mac McAnally)



Breeze in our hair, hands in our pockets

We stood and stared at cars going 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 coming 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.



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.



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...