Tonight I'm Heading South

The bossman thinks I need this job
He thinks I need it bad
But to hang around and work for him
I'd be stark raving mad
He calls me names that I don't like
He does it just for show
One evening when the whistle blows
I swear I'll up and go

Two weeks ago my lease was due
I think the bossman lied
I'm mad as hell, can't take no more
I think it's time to ride
Well, I know her destination
This train is Dixiebound
She'll cross the Mason-Dixon
And I'll be on Southern ground

Well, I've grown tired of icy winds
And this blowin' snow
No man should have to work this hard
To make so little dough
"You think the grass is greener, boy?"
Each day he runs his mouth
I know it's true, I'm tellin' you
Tonight I'm hеadin' south

Well, I hear the fishin's good this year
Down in the Florida Keys
I can feel the sand beneath my feet
And smell that salty breeze
But what I'll do for work, don't know
I'll live off of the land
If I can't work, I'll join the grass
To sponge off of the sand

Well, I've grown tired of icy winds
And this blowin' snow
No man should have to work this hard
To make so little dough
"You think the grass is greener, boy?"
Each day he runs his mouth
I know it's true, I'm tellin' you
Tonight I'm hеadin' south

Well, I've grown tired of icy winds
And this blowin' snow
No man should have to work this hard
To make so little dough
"You think the grass is greener, boy?"
Each day he runs his mouth
I know it's true, I'm tellin' you
Tonight I'm hеadin' south

Yes, I know it's true, I'm tellin' you
Tonight I'm headin' south