Out on the road 200 days a year
Blowin' smoke and grindin' gears
My bones are achin' from this northern coldBaby's cryin' on the telephone
Momma says I've been gone too long
This whiskey I've been drinkin' along is sure gettin' oldThis old highway don't seem to end
Countin' the days 'til I'm home again
Bus wheels turnin' from town to town
I wish I could set this circus downI've had enough, I'm punchin' out
'Cause this whole thing is headed south, headed southOne more night at the 8 Days Inn
I need to hold my baby again
These four damn walls are closin' in on meUnpackin' my bags just to pack 'em again
Don't want you to see the shape I'm in
I could sure use some shade from a live oak treeThis old highway don't seem to end
Countin' the days until I'm home again
Bus wheels turnin' from town to town
I wish I could set this circus downI've had enough, I'm punchin' out
'Cause this old boy is headed southThe Sewanee River, The Mason Dixon
Her pretty face are the things I'm missin'
I'm headed south, headed southThis old highway's comin' to an end
Today's the day I'm comin' home again
Bus wheels comin' right to my town
I just set this circus downI've had enough, I'm punchin' out
I'm comin' home, I'm headed south
Headed south, I'm headed southI'm headed, I'm headed south
Talk to me, boys
I'm blowin' smoke, grindin' gears
Man, my bones are achin', I'm headed south
Ooh, I'm headed south, I'm headed south
Oh, I'm headed south