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Well I'm Southbound, Lord I'm comin' home to you. |
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Well I'm Southbound, baby, Lord I'm comin' home to you. |
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I got that old lonesome feelin' that's sometimes called the blues. |
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Well I been workin' every night, travelin' every day. |
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Yes I been workin' every night, traveling every day. |
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You can tell your other man, sweet daddy's on his way. |
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Aww, ya better believe. |
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Well I'm Southbound. |
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Whoa I'm Southbound. |
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Well you can tell your other man, Sweet daddy's on his way. |
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(Guitar solo) |
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Got your hands full now baby, as soon as I hit that door. |
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You'll have your hands full now woman, just as soon as I hit that door. |
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Well I'm gonna make it on up to you for all the things you should have |
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had before. |
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Lord, I'm Southbound. |
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Yes I'm Southbound. |
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Whoa I'm Southbound, baby. |
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Said I'm Southbound. |
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Well I'm gonna make it on up to you for all the things you should |
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have had before. |
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(Piano solo) |
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(Guitar solo) |
