I'm Going South - Margot Bingham, Vince Giordano, The Nighthawks

It’s just an old time story

One that I’ve heard before

I left my mammy’s fond caress

To search the world for happiness

The things I’ve left behind me

Were the things I’d sought in vain

Sad and blue, weary, too

I’m going home again

Yes, sir, I’m going South

Taste the sugarcane right in my mouth

All the world is sweet away down South

Where I spend my happy days

I hear the rustlin' corn

Birds are singin' in the early morn'

In the little town where I was born

Down Alabamy' way

I just can picture Black Joe with his old banjo

I can hear him strummin' a tune

That old quartet, I can hear them yet

Singing «By the Silvery Moon»

Ain’t got a thing to pack

Still, I’m headed for that little old shack

Ain’t nobody gonna hold me back

I’m going South!

Yes, sir, I’m going down upon the Suwanne River

Oh, if I feel blue, and if all the world is had only 'nis and only you

Every evening when the shadows fall upon him

That’s the time my lonesome pocket’s loud starts comin'

Lordy save me, down old Alabamy way

I just can picture Black Joe with his old banjo

I can hear him strummin' a tune

That old quartet, I can hear them yet

Singing «By the Silvery Moon»

Ain’t got a thing to pack

Still, I’m headed for that little old shack

Ain’t nobody gonna hold me back

I’m going South!