Grease in our hair Hands in our pockets We stood and stared At cars goin' 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 comin' 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
You can slow me down But I'm going If I can turn this road I'm on 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 SouthboundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
