One fine mornin' when the wild geese fly I'm takin' my chances on the sunny side I'm headed down south where the grass grows tall Where the mockingbirds singing and the whippoorwill calls
Spanish moss on the Natchez Trace Gulf wind blowin' wide across my face French girls dancin' to a big bang drum Back down south where I come from
Where the river flows like warm molasses Rain fogs up my readin' glasses Honey suckle strong enough to curl Your hair back down there
One fine mornin', gonna pull up stakes I'm gonna chalk it all up as just a bad mistake Gonna hit the decks runnin' bid a fond farewell By the time I get to Memphis I'll be outta my shell
Cotton fields just as white as snow Sweet magnolia blossoms grow Big moon shinin' like an ice cream cone Back down south where I belong
Where the river flows like milk and honey The nights are slow and the eggs are runny I wouldn't mind sittin' in a rockin' chair back down there Jewel of the south cross my heart, shut my mouth Come the mornin', I'll be home in the sweet Delta dawn
One fine mornin' and it won't be long I'm leavin' put early with my glad rags on I'm gonna pull a load of wool off of my own two eyes And sharpen my senses countin' railroad ties
When the mile long trestle makes a clickity-clack The whole dang town is gonna welcome me back Ticket to the land of the sugar cane back Down on the Pontchartrain
Where the river flows like a grand mariner Sweet olive takes my breath away Sunday mornin' walkin' on the Jackson Square back down there Jewel of the south cross my heart, shut my mouth Come the mornin', I'll be home in the sweet Delta dawn Come the mornin', I'll be home in the sweet Delta dawnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
