Here's just an old time story
One that you've heard before

I left my mammy's fine caress
To search the world for happiness

The things I left behind me
Were the things I sought in vain

Feelin blue, weary too
I'm going home again
Yes sir

I'm goin South
Taste the sugar cane right in my mouth
Everything is sweeter way down South
Where I spent my happy days

I hear the rustling corn
Birdies singing in the early morn
In the little town where I was born
Down in Alabamy way

I jump and picture black Joe
With his old banjo
He's strumming a tune

That old quartet I can hear them yet
Singing "By The Silvery Moon"

They've got sink a pack
Still out there by the little shack
There's nobody gona hold me back

I'm going South

Yes sir, yes sir
South, South, that's where I'm going

Taste the sugar cane right in my mouth
Everything is sweeter when I'm South
Where I spent my happy days

I hear the rusting corn
And the little birdies singing in the early morn
In the little town where I was born
Down in Alabamy, down in Alabamy way

Oh listen, can't you hear black Joe
Come on Joe play me that tune

There's my mammy old and gray
She singing "On A Silvery Moon"

Look, look, look people
I ain't got nothin to pack
I don't even own the clothes on my back

But mammy I'm coming back
I'm a going South