Soul Of The Land That's Mine

I'm heading back from the south my dear
Where the sun beats down all day
Where the Rio-Grand runs kind and slow
I've always traveled against that grain

I've never been a golden friend
I've never been fixed like stone
I'm a man who's prone to wonder some
But Lord knows I know my way back home

I've let you down a hundred times
There will be a hundred more
Please keep a place in your warm, warm house
For a heart that's big and sore

It's raining in Memphis and there's snow in Illinois
There's sun over that cold border line
I need to feel that strong north wind
In the soul of the land that's mine

I've let you down a hundred times
There will be a hundred more
Please keep a place in your warm, warm house
For a heart that's big and sore

Home my dear bitter wind
Home my oldest friend
Home my first and only love
Home and native land

I've let you down a hundred times
There will be a hundred more
Please keep a place in your warm, warm house
For a heart that's big and sore